My Park (Ave)
My Path
At 7:30 every morning a procession of trenched New Yorkers gripping their morning coffees, aggrivated by their most recent cattle-car experience on the subway, pass through a park of towering structures inhabited by the always non-elusive and fearless Cabbie.
It’s hard to believe that this is now my life.
Two months ago Bits and I were in Arkansas peddling lumber, tossing textiles, and enjoying the quaint downtown Fayetteville. Now our life is consumed with dodging taxis, braving the northern winds, exploring the city, adapting to new careers, and, really, just learning how to survive.
We’re loving it! and we’re finally starting to feel settled. As long as we can avoid being flattened by a crazy Cabbie this adventure will become a life.
-Zeke
Zeke, you write beautifully. I love being updated on your wild adventure in NYC!