Friday, January 11, 2008


My sister, her husband and I go out for an early dinner. Should we go upscale or to a Mexican restaurant. We end up at a familiar restaurant on Broadway in Seaside, eating spicy wonderful food.

We talk together and remember why we care for each other.

We watch men and women come in the front door separately and disappear around the corner and then leave. We watch mothers pushing baby strollers up the street in the dark.

We end up at East Village for coffee, surrounded by young people studying and talking and working on their computers.

We say good bye. They are going back to the East Coast.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Life goes on all around us all of the time... we are all in different tiers or floors of the same building...up or down enjoy part of the same existence...Oldye Mike