I had every manner of positive energy working my way until I was unexpectedly and perhaps irrationally taken aback by the news from Boston. If my reaction to events that have nothing to do with me seem far afield from rationality I blame it (this time, at least) on my connection to the bombing at the 1996 Olympics in Atlanta. For a surprisingly long period of time it was unclear if people we knew were involved in or near the explosion, but as the situation became clearer to us the concern abated for all but myself. I guess I am a glutton for anguish, seeking it out wherever possible. I find myself on occasion welling up with tears over memories of the Sandy Hook shooting. That scene of horror made worse by an account I read of the screams of horror that came from the room where the parents whose children were dead all got the news at once. The cry of pain from that roomk must have sounded like a storm of wreckage.
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At Coffeed, getting a late-day coffee on my free pass. After 8 or 9 coffees here you get the next one free. There should be balloons or fireworks when I cash these type of cards in.
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On the way over I explored another subway station, spotting a rare NYNEX payphone sign that has probably hovered over the place since the Carter administrsation. Most subway stations today have zero payphones.
Subways really do seem different to me when I contemplate them in their permanence, and not in their transient functionality.
Evidently there had been a delay in the train today.the platform was quite crowded, and the passengers were getting restless. Someone asked the booth attendant what was happening and he attempted to assauge the masses with a helpful announcement explaining the delay. The problem was the no one understood a single word he said. Fortunately laughter ensued, seemingly sating the impatience that fed the crowd into near anger.
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I am not wearing my sunglasses. Maybe that is not wise. Maybe it is of no significance.
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