Saturday, February 14, 2004
A Vote for Our Finest
I was coming home from an evening out with a close friend whom I had not seen for many years.0 comments
We had partaken generously at the well of libation.
We parted ways at the corner of W. 44th St. and Eighth Avenue, and off he went to take the subway home, heading downtown.
Successfully, it turns out.
After our parting, I sauntered over to the bus stop at W. 46th St. and Eighth Avneue. I stood on the curb at the bus stop and waited a full fifteen minutes for a bus to come along.
In the interim, I was turning this way and that, taking in the whole scene of an area which I used to hang in. Seeing what had changed; seeing what had stayed the same.
Along came an NYPD car, and this post-pubescent cop leaned out the window and barked at me:
"Get over by the building, put your back to the building, and NO MOVING AROUND.
I may have been feeling the grape, yes, but that was a tad over the line.
Perhaps John Ashcroft is running the NYPD these days.
posted by Gotham 1:52 AM
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