Catching Up

I got to hang out on a different stoop last night a couple of blocks away, amazingly with my roommate from ten years ago, who I haven’t seen in just as long. In between catching up on a lost decade, and sharing tidbits about who got fat and who got racist, we visited the local liquor store of Fortress of Solitude fame. Remember the guy Dylan and Mingus tag while he is passed out in front of the liquor store?

I have been going there since I moved in the neighborhood, and the guys there and their dog have always been very nice. But I got to see a whole different kind of nice last night. As soon as we walked in, up popped some Dixie cups and a small bottle of Jack Daniels. Which we all drank together talking about the evolution of the neighborhood, the yupsters and the early morning customers who come in from sleeping out front, who appear to be on the way out.

Things like that make me love this neighborhood.

And in the spirit of loving things, one reason I am loving being single right now…no more boxes of super ugly lingerie in the mailbox from future mother in law’s with little notes reading “hope you love it…all my friends have grandkids and all I have is grand-cats”