The Unexpected

One of the best things about living in New York is that it’s easy to stumble upon ways to have fun, especially now that it is summer.

On my way to the Jackson Heights/Roosevelt Avenue stop this morning, I chanced upon the Queens Pride Parade, a marvelously tautological name if there ever was one. Despite being in a rush to get to the train, I couldn’t help but gawk and take a few pictures of all the people who were there to show support and continue the activism



Having extracted myself from the crowd there, I walked to the station only to pass another street fest in Jackson Heights, with vendors selling things like enormous grilled steaks


When I got to Manhattan, a friend and I met up at Bluestocking books, which is a indie, volunteer-staffed bookstore, with an expected eclectic collection of books and unexpected collection of posters. But since we were hungry and Bluestocking doesn’t stock food, we decided to walk to Soho for lunch at Lahore. Arriving at Crosby street, we found ourselves in the midst of a street sale put on by Housing Works.


Despite my resolve not to buy any books this year, I succumbed pretty quickly in the face of the $1 price tag.


How is one to resist…


As I look forward to my first summer in New York on this warm June night, and hear the distant rumble of thunderstorms moving in, Twain comes to mind…

Warm summer sun,
Shine kindly here,
Warm southern wind,
Blow softly here.
Green sod above,
Lie light, lie light.
Good night, dear heart,
Good night, good night.
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