Editor-In-Chief
NEW YORK, N.Y. - I thought of her today somewhere between the A-Section of the newspaper and the Sports Page. Something about the oil spill still crippling the Gulf of Mexico and something about six New York Yankees making the American League's All-Star team. I like hard news that shakes-up the world, yes. And I like good, professional baseball.
But, dang it, I miss my baby.
I miss her warm eyes when I first see her for morning coffee, her lovely, always-radiant hair, her way of walking, her soft sit-downs, her clasping of the cup with both hands, her first words, her my-love smiles, her wonderment, her praise and criticism, her get-ups, her see-yous, her blown kisses in the parking lot, her drive-offs, her tomorrows.
The super-attentive girl at the small cafe, no doubt a veteran Employee-of-The-Month, swoops back around and re-fills my glass of iced tea. "Bagel?" she asks and I say, nope.
"Croissant, no butter."
My baby would know to add, as she has done many times before, "And please put it in a bag..."
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3 comments:
Homeless in Gotham...
He may be homeless, but with the change he panhandles, he can obviously afford the reefers.
Michael
Alcatraz you are having too much fun in the big city. (thats just not fair.))
Let me see, watching real baseball by the New York Yankees is an expierence by itself, while I watch a bunch of rejects, wannabees at a baseball park, used by high school teams, and cheap $2;00 beer, promoted by a failed former newspaper editor. My goodness, "we do live in a ejido, as Mr. Maracas at one time stated." I admit it I was wrong when I thought the Valley had potential, okay maybe for failure. Whats next for you, mr. editor, the opera??? Please keep us abreast.
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