Photo Credits— Remington Write / Postal box on Amsterdam Avenue on a windy night

You Need to Watch Yourself

Because everything, and I do mean everything, is material

Larry is lumbering somewhere hundreds of miles offshore, but this storm is big enough and slow enough that we’re getting high winds and rain all day.

I went out last night to pick up a giant burrito from our favorite taqueria for dinner and saw a young lady lose her grip on her Metrocard just as the bus was about to arrive. It whipped out of her hand and into the street. She nearly made a blind dash after it but paused to check for traffic (oh, thank you sweetheart; after seeing the woman with her hair on fire on this corner several weeks ago I really didn’t need to see you get hit by a taxi). The light was red and she ran into the street. Almost had it and then the wind picked the card up again. It flipped and slid under a car. When I got on the bus I saw her on the other side of the street, peering under cars and looking along the sidewalk for that Metrocard.

I hope she didn’t have a lot of money loaded onto it.

Then as I was waiting for my burrito, the wind did the same thing to an old man’s five-dollar bill. Snatched it right out of his hand and whipped it down the street. He’d catch up with it, step on it, and reach down for it. As soon as his foot wasn’t pinning it down…that wind, Larry’s far-reaching wind, would grab it…