New Yorkers

It rained yesterday in New York.  Very dark skies, heavy rain.  Loved it.

In New York, you're glad it rains.  The city needs a good wash.

New York people are expressive.  I was watching this guy talking to another at a diner the other morning, and all I could see was Robert De Niro.  Clearly, De Niro's mannerisms did not come out of thin air.  This Irish-looking, 50-something New Yorker was having the dullest of conversations with his friend but his eyes, chin, and the hanging of his head off his neck - so expressive.  I kept expecting him to do that two-fingered gesture of "I will be watching you" off of Meet the Parents.

People are expressive on the subway too.  I saw a big, massive white man get on the train and look at me and talk to himself.  He had big sweat beads on his forehead.  I looked down. 

Another time, there was this buff, built-up latino-black guy who looked at me a couple of times as if saying: "hey, wanna fight?"  I looked down.  Guns are allowed in the US. 

Then there was this unkempt latino guy going "oh my gadd", "oh my gadd", "oh my gadd" for no apparent reason.  He's yanking at his backpack.  He's almost sobbing.  The woman next to him looks at him like "another wacko in the house".  People are looking at each other.  Then he says, in between sobs: "I forgot the home".  Huh?  "I forgot cellular home".  He's not making sense.  "I forgot my cell at home".  Sob. sob. sob. 

Ah!

Still, I looked down.  The man had forgotten his cell; his gun might be in the backpack.