some hours later....

i sit in Grand Army Plaza library---slightly more relaxed then usual. Did what i said I would: took 1 to A to G, to Daysha's coffee place---she wasn't there, but they had a great chocolate chip cookie, really soft will melt in one's mouth. Wandered down Greene Avenue from Bed-Stuy to wher Fulton eliminates it---right near BAM. Beautiful brownstone blocks, some in Bed-Stuy; some in Fort Greene- Clinton Hill, whatever. Wonder what the story of those blocks is; is there someone who could tell the last forty, actually fifty years of a street in Bed-Stuy, fastly gentrifying. Would be  an amazing story. Anyway, here is me in the library---how should I use this free time?
Would like to write---what....short story, really short story, the one about your friend, "Bradford" and his ability to get women to spend time with him, and his subsequent demise. How would you bein:
It was the mid-sixties, and I met him, the way I met many people my age at that time, my parents, who were teachers in the school system, , knew his parents, or friends of his parents, and they heard I was looking for a roomate for the summer in Baltimore, he seemed just the right fit.
I had one more course to take before I graduated, I had formally graduated the year before, then spent the year traveling around, but to truly get my diploma, I needed this one course. He was a little younger then I, down to take a few courses for the summer.
To be continued, already seeing how hard it is to do this---determination, do i have it?
What about the rest of the day?  Another voyage, further south, like around Ocean Avenue---then give that Baltimore bar a chance. And after that....?