Flight.....

Cityboy, in his rage, confusion and hurt, decided to visit the main library at the Bronx this morning. Took the 1 to 96, 2 to 149nth, and entered the different world of the Bronx. Here you can see all that is NOT Manhattan or downtown Brooklyn. Harsh, secluded, cut off from all of New York, the old Bronx, filled with apartment houses---now filled with what seems like total poverty. Of course, I may be wrong, felt a strong need to work with people here---as train passed 174th street, thought of Tusenbach saying to Irina, "yes, let us work, there is work to be done" Would probably enjoy working as a math tutor in one of the schools here.
Yesterday, visited Friends to see the spring concert, enjoyed it, still no work, will return today for the drama club play---not sure about this evening.
Any more to say about the Bronx---not at this time, all thoughts on hold---want desperately to remember the "old" Bronx, now so old that one wonders how many memories it lives in. 1964---was that the end of it all...
waiting on line to see Night of the Iguana at the movie theater on University and Tremont (Park Plaza?) all the people on that line were white, yet in just a few years......the cataclysmic change of the neighborhood.
Maybe a short story in this, maybe not....will see...