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...