Taking a chance!

This morning was about as cold as I seemed to have remembered it in January in NM but the point I want to make is that cold sprung a memory for me in me and for me when I recall the way it all started way back then in New York. The cop said to me at (like) 3:00am in the mrning: "Take a chance" in answer to my question to him. The cold gets into the act because I remember going for my first ever construction job in America on a day exactly like this one, and no gloves meant I had to survive the day snowed up and in at the site. I made it through the day and for possible another 360 or so odd days building a hotel in downtown Albuquerque, NM. The question I asked the new York cop dangerously or not was if it would be 'safe' walking through the city from Penn Station to the Port Authority at that early yet robust time of day without a weapon. Thinking about starting a new story gave me the impetus to relive the cold in a new and different way by using it, the story, as a memoir...

New Year 2009

2009. Its 6:08 am on the first day of the year and darkness waits outside the house, and the cold new year. I had some toast and jam and a boiled egg (Ugh!) and now am reflecting the doin's of yesterday as I seemed to 'run-in-to' so many of my former friends and acquaintances such as terry and dawn my erstwhile goddaughter and and former roomate/partner, naturally at the frontier restaurant and just as I was leaving or about to leave. bottom line, we spent a fun few minutes recasting our thoughts and minds back to the previous decade. It was shocking to see dawn so tall and blonde and blue-eyed and terry was looking quite the debonair mother dressed nicely too! Dawn went to Morroco in the summer and we talked about marakech. I told her that friends of a friend (lab) had bought a riad there and her (dawn's) reaction was quite interesting to see.
In the eve/afternoon around 5:00 at the flying rainbow coffee shop I sat to read duras and tom miller, a late Christmas present, and got into conversation with a lady from the Indian Cultural Center, talking about indian pueblo dances at San Juan and Jemez and Santa Domingo. Her name was/is Melanie! Before that on walking past the Il Vicino I was called from behind and there was Jason, Maggies son calling for me to join him after his workshift had just ended. Got into conversation with a Tony England about the Zeke Cortez Biography!
Walkin on Central home back to Colombia I reflected on the meaning of Christmas and other New Year celebrations between avoiding suspicious looking characters dawdling and hanging around in dangerous looking circumstances. Went to bed at about 6:50pm!