that with all the horrors that the people seeking asylum from the cruelty of the Central American countries are experiencing, there is a great deal of help, both legal and financial that is funding people trying to help the exiles exist in better situations. Clumsy writing, I know. Hard to listen to all the terrible things these people must experience in the holding prisons, and the separation from their children, but from listening to a program on NPR, it seems that the response to help these people is overwhelming and strong. Heartening, at least.
Last night, did go to the bar Sweet Jane's in Middle Village and had a very good time. It is a small bar that seems to come right out of the low lying houses that surround it. Very different from being in Brooklyn. You can feel the residential essence of the area, also it seems very diverse. Greeted by my bartender friend Olivia, she turned on the Yankee game for me and served me an onion dip. The bar was not very crowded at that time, later there were more people. After about an hour and a half I grew restless, but remained when I found out, to my surprise, that trivia was about to be played. I bonded with another friend of Olivia, a Bushwick resident named Lindsay and we made a team. She is very good, and our chemistry was pretty solid. A good time was had by all.
The real adventure came on the trip back to the upper west side. Took the M to the L, only to find out (I should have planned for this) that the L was down between Broadway Junction and Lorimer Street. What to do? Could have waited for the next M to take me to Myrtle,; that probably would have been the most practical idea, but for some reason was frozen, waiting for the shuttle bus that would take me to Lorimer. Hunger pains grew. It must have been fifteen minutes before the L shuttle arrived; this was my first time taking such a bus---it was a large group of people, mostly black and hispanic, but everyone was just focusing on getting to the next point.. The bus slowly plowed across Wycoff, then in the East Williamsburg sector of the L path, and finally, after what seemed like a long time, to Lorimer and Metropolitan. It was about 12:30---cityboy is rarely out that late, but he was cool, and was happy to find an all night bagel place right off the bus stop. I grabbed an american cheese sandwich and jumped on the subway. Would the ride on the L into the city be okay? Slow, but it was, then easily home to upper west side.
Could I have taken a taxi---sure--though I did not want to pay for it. This morning, as I awoke, the whole trip seemed very logical to me. Not sure about tonight. Another trivia possibility awaits at Five Boroughs, if I want to go there. There is also a work in progress about violence and black bodies at the Kitchen. Have ambivalent feelings about being there. Also, the tired factor will weigh in. So where will I be tonight? Not sure---will report tomorrow.
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