Bidding My Time

These last weeks in NYC have been the quietest I have ever seen; maybe in my life.

George of the Lydig Diner, puts out the day's donuts. Never a day old donut.

George of the Lydig Diner, puts out the day’s donuts. Never a day old donut.

I have virtually nothing to do.  Oh, I must get my tasty donut and coffee in the morning at the Lydig Diner and talk to the owner, George a bit. Then, wave at the Korean couple at their dry cleaning business, as well as the Russian shoe making couple.

And on the really strenuous days, Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday, I must even move our parked car from one side of the street to the other at the bewitching hour, which in this neighborhood is 10:00 a.m.

Yes, living under the threat of Alternate Side Parking (ASP) helps me understand repression in much of the world.  Where is the ACLU when you need them? What stopping the City from adding Wednesday to ASP? What’s next? Waterboarding?? Or, horrors of horrors, forced to eat day old donuts!!!

 

 

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