Friday, November 30, 2007
Thanksgiving in Harlem
This year Thanksgiving began with the Q from Beverly and ended with the C at 145th. I had two freshly baked pies from John's Bakery on Cortelyou between my feet as the train passed over the Manhattan Bridge. It was early afternoon, the sky clear, and the sun brilliant. I looked over my left shoulder and saw the Brooklyn Bridge filtering the light. The Statue of Liberty was silhouetted in the distance. I was on my way to Harlem to spend Thanksgiving with friends and I realized that there wasn't anywhere in the world I would rather be at that moment. A smile came to my face and I squeezed my ankles tighter as to assure that the pies would not get away.
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You know what sucka? I've been there, I mean holidays without family, friends...anything like that! It was grand as my skin burned from the cold, my bottle of "anything liquor" in my backpack, and the scenery made me smile...warmth. It's nice to be free. It's nice to be simple. It's nice to not have anything to worry about except who(awesome, and driven), what(awesome), and how(awesome) to do. I smile reading yours, and writing this. It makes me remember my memories of the same, and glad your having your own. Peace my brother...happy holidays.
i remember the first meal i made for myself away from home... top ramen never tasted so good. it seems that there is a real ,and beautiful, liberty in starting over, or in being alone... not to mention a hopefullness of everything new. enjoy, my friend!
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