Hot and Steamy Here in the City
The heat is truly oppressive but, with the right clothes, ie as few as possible, and the resolution to stick to the shady side of the street at all times, anything and everything is manageable. Even the subway.
Coming home from the dentist today on the subway the crowded carriage had the pleasure (!) of listening to a hustler with a unique pitch. He needed money, he “loves ladies and he loves old ladies in wheelchairs who get five times the benefits of mere ordinary folk in need.” He was happy enough for gays to get married but guess what? He “don’t like bananas or hot dogs.” He was family to everyone in that carriage, everyone’s favourite uncle, the black sheep of the family. And he had a family to feed. Coins dropped into his empty plastic tumbler, some of them mine. I prefer giving to those in need without the bother of the middle man.
But most of all, it’s the summer which has come after the long cold winter of forever. And it is the summer where those who stay get to call the city their own.