He sits on a bench on 72nd and Broadway. Feeding the pigeons. He smiles at them because they are so simple. They depend on him. For years New Yorkers have been feeding pigeons and have slowly revolutionized the way these birds survive. They depend on people like this man now. He feeds them his stale...
Her name was Lua. I'm not sure what she looked like, or where she came from, but I could recognize her voice from anywhere. It was stern, as if she always knew what she was talking about, but simultaneously winded. It calmed me down, and excited me, depending on what I wanted. Lua said everythi...