
I love the 14D bus. It's one of my favorite places to listen to other
people talk, some of my favorite overheard and involved in conversations happen waiting for or on the bus. It gives me hope that there's people still in Manhattan other than the douche bag cookie cutter yuppies and their trend following hipster sheep peers. This said, I've only lived here 8 years and am from the suburbs of D.C. (I'm guilty!), but point being, I'm a lover of the classics and probably a bit of a romantic revisionist when it comes to the "old days", but Hell, whatever happened to a
REAL culture done for something other than MOney...OK, OK, OK, I'm hoping there's lots of exceptions and I'm just bitter that NIKE never wanted to buy me 20 acres at a surf spot in central america for my work, but ,
BUT
I rode the bus this morning with this guy that I wanted to wrap up and save because I'm afraid he was the last one I'll ever see or get to interact with in his natural environment. It was wonderful, strange, and a little sad to think that this freakin' 84 yr old guy riding the bus and blabbin' about the O.T.B. on Delancey (crossing himself at every church we passed) and Octagon soap in Chinatown (4 boxes for a dollar) waving his hand off at me while saying "f'a get about it.. are you kidden me..." (and not in an "I'm imitating this" way) was so rare. I know plenty of classic old Peurto Rican and Dominican guys in my neighborhood and the same goes for Jewish ladies and gentleman, but this guy!! Lord have mercy, I watched him in the window of the bus as it pulled away and thought, "There he goes, the last of the old New York in Manhattan I may ever get to share a bus ride with."