Free paper
Mar. 9th, 2007 09:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
On the walk to my building this morning, I was kind of in my own world, but looking at specific things around me. Like the construction workers in tight jeans, sweatshirts, and work boots. Or the cops in polyester pants wearing big sturdy looking, short-waisted winter coats. Or the people passing me and me passing on the way to my building, when I round the corner of the last building before mine and am confronted by a man bellowing something into the street's morning: "Free New York Post! Free New York Post!" I was at first a bit miffed and caught off guard. My thoughts then drifted into a scene from an old movie from the 1930s when adolescent boys would scream at commuters, "Get your New York Times here! The New York Times! Read about the latest news in the New York Times! Get your New York Times here!" This man with a wide-brimmed black hat, black overcoast, and black gloves and his voice faded as my thoughts and memories and nostalgias carried me into my office building to begin my work day.