Yesterday...after

yesterday...after the movie at BAM---an Olivera movie---finally saw one, very beautiful, but terribly overstructured--determined---left after two hours---took bus up to Putnam and Fulton, or where Putnam begins---in search of Outpost. Found myself on a nice quiet block, just one block away from Franklin Avenue---realized Outpost was west of there, trekked about three blocks through industrial no man's land, past Classon, and right west of Irving, there it was. Went in and had their coffee---very good coffee, I might add, very individual---and read for about an hour. Sitting near to me was a young man and his lover, soon joined by a friend of the girl friend---they seemed to have graduated from Yale around 05 or something like that---found them interesting, but continued to read my book on takeover of Nabisco---it drones along---but should finish it. After I left, too late to go to Barbes----Freddy's? not really because I wasn't sure I wanted a beer, tempted to go up what is now the Vanderbuilt Avenue strip, but instead walked along Fulton towards the subway. Very interesting to walk down Fulton from Iriving (or Classon) to Washington, which is the beginning of Clinton Hill. A real sense of no man's land--extremely quiet, some small buildings, several construction sites which will be housing for whom....? Quiet, but people walking past me are either young and white, or those black people who seem poorer, inhabitants from the time that Bed-Stuy had its bad reputation, or its poor reputation. Also several church families---that is still prevalent there. Walked down to Flatbush, actually a rather long walk, and it was cold, but I loved looking at things there. Now, more time on my hands until Friends reopens, some subbing at DOE schools...? We'll see.