Current mood: worked out
Have a friendly conversation with a random stranger every day. It’s an apple a day for the city.
A little old lady next to me on the 44 keeps a firm grip on the hand rails even while seated. We start talking as we pass Clancy’s Christmas tree lot.
“The trees are almost up.”
The pines and firs are still bound with twine and stacked like cords of wood. The lot will be a magical symmetrical geometric forest wonderland just after thanksgiving. People will browse aisles of trees arranged by size.
“It seems to start earlier every year,” she remarked.
“Yeah! I went into a Macy’s once the WEEK AFTER Halloween and Christmas decorations were up!”
She laughs. She strikes me as a patient quiet woman. She moves economically. Her hair is the color of concrete.
“They’re so greedy,” she says.
“Well, in terms of retail, this is a cash crop.”
We smile and cruise along, shoulder to shoulder.
Our bus pulls up to my corner.
“Well, this is my stop. Have a great evening.”
“You, too. Bye.”
By Soul Coughing
Release date: 29 September, 1998