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i don't think it's too remarkable that since living in new york i've yet to make the pilgrimage to the bronx. i barely make it north of 14th street. this is a city where you rather quickly become accustomed to your 4 block radius of a neighborhood. within that realm you will almost undoubtedly find at LEAST 1 deli, a laundromat, a bar, a place to eat, and a dry cleaners at every third storefront.

but today i had to make my inaugural trip into the bronx. catch the train. snag a bus. over the river, through the woods, knock three times, and wink. and why shouldn't i go?

it's about damned time.

let people wonder if i've missed my stop as the train creeps further past a zillion and 1st to a zillion and 35th street and a zillion and dot dot dot! and i don't mind at all that as i board the bus to go where even the train can't take me that it seems as though i could very well be heading right out of town! so what if it's taken me 2 hours to get this far and i've not even reached my destination! bravah i say!

gee i hope i get to do this everyday . . . i could use the street cred.

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i've long since loved hitchcock's "rear window." and since moving to new york i've loved my own rear window encounters. windows, you see, are the new theaters. holding all of the simplistic intrigue one might hope for.

i glance across the way and undoubtedly i can see my buddy ken. and we'll wave. perhaps hold a conversation via window charades.

one window over, a warm pink glow comes from bernadette's apartment. always something blinds-down-worthy going on over there.

i see jack coming and going from his shop downstairs to his apartment above bernadette.

i'll glance up and see sam sitting at his window. his texas flag still waving proudly from the fire escape. he'll cast me a wave and hold up his diet dr. pepper and captain morgan as a toast to our being neighbors.

i can often hear the intercom buzzing and people proclaiming "hey i'm here" and sometimes the ever-annoying "noooo, buzz again" and sometimes the even more annoying intercom conversation that never leads to actual buzzing in.

late at night i'll glance out and see the mostly empty sidewalks. the darkened apartments across the way - save for bernadette's pink glow.

tonight i was watching a delicious summer thunder storm. lightning flashing. thunder rumbling. and as i glanced down to jack's coffee i noticed his cleaning person was still there. i've never talked to her per se. but always notice her lingering as it's closing up and staying late in the evening as i peer out on other late nights. and her girlfriend usually keeps her company. this night, however, as i glanced down and the thunder clapped, i noticed they were doing more than keeping each other company. there was some major making out going on.

i mean they were clothed and all. but right there! lights on! in the midst of our tiny little coffee shop where we sip our brew every morning (ok, and noon and night) there was major kissing, heavy petting, loads of groping, hands going everywhere. and all i could do was giggle. because they just looked so fucking happy.

and GASP! there i was. head on pillow. perched at my window. looking down on them like some perverse jimmy stewart.

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we thought we were gonna die. all we wanted was a beautiful, unobstructed view of the fireworks along the east river. we already had gone so far as to drag our asses to brooklyn. no one, NO ONE had mentioned anything about a ladder. one that was all crooked-like, making it incredibly difficult to manage a climb. let alone with drinks.

we all just looked at each other - wheels turning, strangers in a bind - thinking two things "how in the HELL do i climb this thing without landing on crutches?" and "how will i get my beer up there? because i'm gonna need it."

bonded by fear and success after we finally clawed our way onto the roof, we quickly grabbed our drinks to shake our shakes. our host, looking like alice in wonderland's white rabbit, suddenly popped up through one of the OTHER latched holes in the roof. and he started hopping around looking down the different trap doors proclaiming that he was trying to save us all a lot of trouble.

he was searching for the straight ladder.

now THAT'S a host...