WT Pt 2

Thursday Aug 26, 2004

Oh hello...I didn't see you there. Guess whats coming just around the river bend. No Pochahantus, not the White Man to steal our land and ravish our people...The first anniversary of the birth of JeremyRound.com which is why I am writing my second entry from its birth computer -- The computer of Matty J.

So lets see, where were we. Day II: Sunday was all about catching up with the friends of SF that I had abandoned when I moved to LA, and of course more QT with Eric, aka Young Rico. It featured a delicious breakfast with Jon, who you should remember from such great acts as Koala Jones, frisbee with Jason (how SF), dinner with Cara at the Cheesecake Factory, and somewhere in between the White Sox were swept by the Red Sox. The very busy day left me prepared to pass out on my red eye into NY --> taking us to Day III.

Two hours into the flight and now well into the night I was of course wide awake with zero chance of falling back asleep. With JetBlue's TV options its really hard not to want to surf the satellite all night long catching olympic highlights and about 1,000 replays of the Sox sweep -- BRUTAL! When we touched down I was all adrenelin as I was fighting the clock to arrive in Brooklyn before Matt left for work. Entering the subway I quickly found an open seat...perhaps too quickly. I soon noticed that just a few seats to my left was a homeless gentleman who others were attempting to avoid. He was sleeping though so I figured I was fine. Misjudgement. About two stops later he started cursing up a storm in his sleep. He was screaming about something involving cops and shooting them. But when the train would stop, so too would he. And so as it got more crowded people began to sit between us including the woman who made me feel safe. See she was a bigger grandmother type figure and was reading the bible so I knew I could count on her even if we both root for other teams.

Eventually someone sat down right next to the homeless gent and accidentally brushed his leg. He FLIPPED OUT! He starting cursing in spanish and soon was standing right in front of me barefoot and angry. At this point I was virtually clinging to my temporary religious grandmother. She nodded slowly to let me know I'd be okay. Others weren't so convinced as the very crowded car tried to give him space. Knowing that my stop was soon I was nervous about having to ask him to move. Then he looked me in the eye, "PING." He shot into the air with his hand as he screamed. I pretended he wasn't there.

Next. My stop. My head was racing..."Please move guy...I've gotta get out of here and I don't want to have to hurt you if you get in my way." And just a moment before I was about to rise he bolted to the doors. I wouldn't have to move him or ask him to get out of the way. Thank you grandma figure for praying for us.

As soon as I arrived at Matt's I passed out for three hours before heading to Manhattan to meet Pat for lunch, wander through Broadway to pick a show to see for later in the trip, walk through central park to see Strawberry Fields -- the famous mosaic of Imagine in honor of John Lennon, and then headed off for a softball final, a crazy free dinner at Max's cousins bar, and eventually back to the bourough.

Days IV and V passed very quickly. I was able to walk across the Brooklyn Bridge, get to the Met very briefly with Max (we both prefered brevity as neither of us are Art analysts), had a huge meal at Katz deli, and caught up with the most of the NU crew down in the village for drinks (Mike, Bruce, Steve). The next day I just barely got a ticket to see Broadway's Best Musical of the Year, Avenue Q. I will tell you more about it in WT pt 3...

Getting ready to fly to Chicago via DC. To Home or Bust!

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WT Pt 2

Thursday Aug 26, 2004