Seven April, Twenty Twenty-One
What has happened to my brain?
Was I always like this? Maybe. I don’t remember now. But I can almost hear the ticking and dings that go on all the time. Every person I speak with, every door I walk through, every choice I make every day gets ticked through my never-resting story-seeking brain. And a remarkable number of these events turn into ideas that turn into stories. Sometimes very good stories. Not always.
I’m like a truffle-hunting pig and stories are my truffles.
So seeing, of all things, a Bitcoin ATM in, of all places, a tiny store at the corner of West Houston and Varick, really got the motor running. I’ve been diddling around with what to do with that item in that location for months. As often happens I’ve had a number of false starts. Sometimes I walk away after a couple of these wild goose chases but there are always very determined truffles that won’t be denied.
This is one. However, instead of trying to turn the oddity of a Bitcoin ATM — the only one I’ve ever seen anywhere, btw — in a dingy little candy store into some clever bit of flash fiction, I’m taking the easy route. What it is, where it’s at, and what’s happened in that curious little corner store.
This tiny, hole-in-the-wall corner candy shop is where I got my passport photo when it was time to…
