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 "Excuse me, uh, do you, uh, know, um, Blackberry Street?" It was bone-chillingly cold today, the kind of cold that laughs at your layers and says, "Weak! I'll still seep through everything! You'll never be warm!!" Gosh darn, wind. I looked at the lady, confused. Blackberry Street? Had New York named a street after a handheld device and I never noticed? (Is it sad that I thought of the handheld instead of the fruit?) Then again, there are a bunch of streets I never knew existed until recently. This city continues to surprise me everyday. "I'm sorry? Blackberry...?" "Uh, I... um... Bla-- Blacker?" She started to rummage for a piece of paper in her purse. Blacker, blacker, blacker... I thought over and over in my mind. Her accent was very thick. It looked liked she was going to meet a friend or, well, go on a hot date. My brow was furrowed, trying to think of what she really meant. After a moment, light bulb! "Ohhh, Bleecker Street!" "Ah, yes! Bleecker Street!" Her face lit up the moment I said it. "Okay, so..." I pointed her in the right direction. We parted ways at the intersection and she thanked me before hurrying off to meet whoever and to, like me, escape the cold. (By the way, our feed at an ocean apart is now live. I think we've worked out all the kinks, so hurray!) No TrackBacksTrackBack URL: http://www.toastier.org/cgi-bin/mt/mt-tb.cgi/340 |
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Hi, my name is Amy. Be well, and say hello!
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