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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.