On Broadway they’re all going downtown—
Except here, where the billboards for beer are en español, and the papis and the mamis circulate up up, out out, and all around the streets below me.
My window seat is stacked with mismatched pillows that I can lean against and watch the world go by.
When I arrived, I opened all the windows and sang doo wop loudly.
A few faces looked up.
Dec 21, 2011
