How do you react when someone sleeps on your shoulder? I generally won’t have it but I suppose it depends on my mood and the person who falls asleep on my shoulder.
Welcome Back to Where & When. This will be a special edition to highlight the recent loss of a cultural icon. For several generations and cultures who inhabit the city, this was their Penn Station. I present this without further comment, but feel free to post thoughts.
Occasionally I see a big kid on the subway platform in the morning. He has a full head of dark hair and he gets on the subway at the same door as me. One morning I established position as the train arrived. When it stopped and the doors opened, the kid slid past me and got in first. He tapped on the side of the train twice before he got on.
No manners. So I began to play a little game every time I saw him, getting position like I was boxing someone out on the basketball court. But still he moved past me, knocked on the side of the train and got on.
Finally I realized that I was being ridiculous. The kid could be autistic and here I was getting offended. Or maybe he didn’t have autism. Anyhow, what’s it my business?
Yesterday, I saw him again. Made eye contact. He looked away. When the train came I stayed back, watched him knock twice on the side of car then get on. I was happy to let him go first.
I saw this dude on my subway ride to work today and asked if I could photograph his arms. He’s a Brit but has a deep love for New York.
I asked him why Lou Gehrig and he said, “Why not?”
Good enough, right? He was a shy kid, wasn’t talkative and that’s cool. I’m thankful he let me admire his devotion to New York.
I saw this kid on the subway this morning. Sitting next to his girl, plump and black with a gap between her two front teeth. She wore a black T-shirt and black shorts, white socks and flip flops.
I remarked on the kid’s tattoo and asked if I could take a picture. The train was moving so I didn’t get a good shot but he was happy to let me photograph him. Maybe it’s a generational thing–kids are used to putting themselves out into the world now.
They are from Tallahassee, Florida and have been in New York for a week.
I wonder what he’s done to make him ink “Forgive Me” on his neck.
“What is your superpower?”
“Fix the trains.”
Because it’s hard to get enough of Humans of New York.
Guy I know went to the game last week when Derek Jeter returned to action.
Sent me this e-mail:
Went to the game again today, got a $5 ticket, bought it a couple hours before the Jeter announcement.
On the train on the way up, I see a couple. (I was running late so there weren’t many of us). The girl’s wearing a Jeter T-shirt, looking at her cell phone. The guy’s got on a Yankees wife-beater, Yanks shorts, and he’s holding one of those bona fide gray Jeter jerseys that cost like a 100 bucks.
I sidle up and say, “Hey, got the Jeter gear! His first game of the year!”
The guy looks at me then looks away. “I dunno, we don’t follow them.”
The girl keeps on checking her phone.
[Photo Credit: Meredith Winn]