Okay, city boy---deliver it....

Sunday early evening----have returned to the apartment after  trip to Brooklyn. Interesting how I feel. Like an eight year old child who has lots of treasures in his room---his parents are in another part of the house, so he has permission to turn his room into whatever he wants it to be? Is this right?  The virus has---i don't know. Do I really wish the solitude of the evening---call a friend..? Not sure.  
  Two trips. yesterday, the 79th street crosstown to Lexington, then south on Lexington to Third then by the 50;s far east to Sutton Place,. My friend, the actor Jamie Sanchez has an apartment in that area---I was hoping to run into him---I did not. Still, the trip was interesting---constantly observing the juxtaposition between the older tenement and apartment buildings---brownstones as well, and the new luxury monoliths that are all over the area. Sometimes I look at the remaining tenements and to me they seem like helpless children---its only a matter of time before they are replaced by a high rise. Although with all the money that has been lost because of the virus--one wonders how many of the luxury places will have offers. The rich has lost money too (I guess). At any rate, back to third up to 34th and then a brief stay at the pedestrian walk place that begins on 34th and Park, and continues south on Park to 28th street. I did not go all the way--I was tired so at 34th determined that I should take a crosstown bus to 7th Avenue and then the train home.
   This afternoon, somewhat hesitant about taking the subway all the way into Brooklyn. I should not have been--it was no sweat. Began (as usual) at Fulton near BAM, and then walked east to Franklin Avenue---then south on Franklin to Eastern Parkway. A good strong walk, then I found a bench on the parkway and read and observed for about 40 minutes. A nice short story by Elizabeth Parsons called "And the Nightingale Sings". But every few paragraphs I would just stop and watch the couples, joggers, single people walking by. Considering the virus, that spot was great for people watching---lots of people moving north-south or east-west--all observing social distancing.
  As I sat there, the novel in my mind takes place. When I was growing up, the area was mostly Jewish middle class, a mirror image of my neighborhood in the Bronx. Then they were replaced
by the black community, and for the last 15 years, the young professionals, mostly white have returned. I tried to understand the whole thing---but how do you put it into words? Who would the characters be. Why would a 70 something man be returning to the neighborhood. What would he want? Lots of feelings as I sat there---can the imagination be corralled into something concrete.
Do I want to?
   Lets leave it there---and see what happens tomorrow...