And West Side: 85th and Broadway. The crosstown 86 bus stops on 86th and Broadway. It's the place where you met Shewolf and Kicky.
This post raised my hackles. Raised hackles can be energizing. I went. More on that later.
Why did Thomas's kind, thoughtful, helpful post raise my hackles?
Let's put aside the fact that I can't take the bus. Why? (1) The crosstown bus stop is too far for me to walk to. (2) I can't get on the bus. Although the first step "kneels," the second one doesn't. I can't get up that step.
Bus issues out of the way. What is hackle worthy? Do I need a little pisher from Germany telling me how to get around NYC on public transporation? As I said to him when I saw him, "I've been schelpping around this city on public transportation before you were born. Hell, before I was born."
He may never hear the end of this.
I had another wonderful time. Mame and I have really, really (yes, two reallies) hit it off. Thrilled that I got another chance to see her. She's an energetic, opinionated, warm, caring, smart, and funny woman. She and I have similar interests. I could have talked to her for hours and hours. But no time. She and Alex were on their way to the Museum of Natural History--one of my favorite childhood places.
The table arrangement wasn't conducive to conversation with everybody. After a while, Alex and Mame changed seats, so I got a chance to talk to Alex. Another smart person. Lower key than Mame. Very interested in my city. And interesting in his own right.
The two of them promise to come back. They damn well better.
Hey, Thomas. I'm writing this from one of those Internet places. I couldn't find my way home. How do I get from there to here?
I told you he'd never hear the end of it.
BTW, Thomas is a wonderful person. I know this from way deep down.