Still frame
Fleetwood Mac comes on the radio as I sit in a little pizza shop writing love stories on napkins. Rain is streaming over the glow of the neon sign in the front window, and on the muted television I can see CNN's Wolfe Blitzer saying the world may end soon. I laughed because I am not afraid to go.
I pictured us on the street next week, ice cream in hand, and me throwing my head back saying, "God, take us now!" I wanted that to be my final moment, standing there with you.
And for that brief and fleeting moment, the world was exactly as it should be.
Listening In
Next to me, classmates from the Business School discuss taking low paying jobs - in international banking. The guy inhales a slice while the girl blathers on about having to bide her time among the ranks of the lowly. Her situation, you must understand, is complicated further because she's getting married in June and her husband-to-be is working at a law firm in Boston. He is making too much money to leave his job and move to New York.
Her story stalls and the guy jumps in with his beautiful Sicilian accent talking about how well it is going with his new girlfriend who is from Texas. The girl asks, "What is it about Texas and Russians?" And he replies, "I'm not from Russia."
I snickered. I couldn't help it. Too funny.
Later, I wondered - as I often do - what percentage of NYC is not American. My guess is ...
Posted by Amanda at November 12, 2002 06:54 PM
