Humans of New York
they are the most best humans to ever get tossed
in the cauldron
the long ladle of the tall witch
stirring and stirring
scraping it off the bottom
a handful of magic here
a pinch of the miraculous here
in the concrete world of right angles
the humans of new york
dream and chase the dream
they are the carrot
and they are the stick
and they are spell bound for heights
they are here
because they have flavor
and they are being moved by magic no one sees
but every one knows
each and all of them
are a distinct flavor
in how beautiful it is to be
in the human universe
of new york magic
This is such a cool story. About a month ago, I posted a photo of Ricky and Doris. At that time, all I knew was that Ricky was a puppeteer, and he had become good friends with Doris while performing in the park. He loved her so much that he honored her by creating her own puppet. (Top photo). I always assumed that Doris was a woman of very few words. Because every time I tried to speak with her, she smiled, and nodded, but never spoke back. Ready for the kicker?
I ran into Doris a few nights ago in Washington Square Park. And she spoke to me! Clear as day. In fact, she had quite a lot to say. Turns out, she had just gotten out of surgery to fix her vocal cords. For a full year, she had been unable to speak, because a shoulder injury had pinched a nerve in her throat. So you know what that means?
That means that Ricky and Doris had developed this amazing friendship without Doris even being able to talk. To make the moment even more magical, Ricky’s friend was nearby that night. He pulled out a cellphone, and gave Ricky a call. The bottom photo shows Ricky and Doris speaking for the very first time.
Both Ricky and Doris will be at the HONY book launch. Union Square Barnes and Noble. 7PM on October 15th.
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She asked if I wanted to hear a poem she’d written when she was younger. (At what age, she couldn’t remember) She then recited it from memory. I had her repeat it several times so I could get all the words right:
Were I to dream,
then dream I would
of days that have gone by.
Your eyes would gleam
and so would mine,
but joys remembered are no longer mine.
I walk in a garden of memory,
reliving the joys and the sorrows as well.
I walk with a cane down memory lane,
perhaps there, joys remembered will remain.
Perhaps when my hair has turned to gray
and my face is etched with pain,
I’ll walk with a cane down memory lane.
Perhaps there, joys remembered will remain.
Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird was first published 53 years ago on July 11, 1960. The novel dealing with racial inequality and justice in the South gained popularity very quickly and in 1961 Lee was awarded a Pulitzer Prize for her work.
A favorite quote from the book:
I think there’s just one kind of folks. Folks.
"I know a thousand wise things. And I’m not going to tell you one."