My ESL students gave me roses and also an extremely beautiful bracelet made of Mexican silver.
I was beyond touched.
I run into Tony sometimes at the Hyde Park McDonald’s where he does second shifts after putting in a full day of manual labor as one of the groundskeepers at the Big Old House that’s right across the road from the Wyndcliff ruins. (What can I say? I like McDonald’s French fries!)
Romulo’s been out of a job since last October.
Ines cleans houses.
Adaline works retail at the Dollar Store.
Long-stemmed roses represent serious bank for my ESL students.
I felt honored. And humbled.
Else? I had an extremely pleasant, low-key b-day that included another elaborate floral tribute from der kinder and celebratory cupcakes from the Hyde Park tax squad.
I spent hours sitting in on a bench overlooking the Hudson River reading The Best American Short Stories 2015, soaking up the resonance of the beyond gorgeous afternoon. (“Beyond” is the adjective of the day, I guess.) Say what you will about T.C. Boyle as a Pynchon Lite novelist, he’s got a crack eye for good short fiction: This is the best collection of Best American Short Stories I’ve read in many years, and there’s one story in particular – Fingerprints by someone named Justin Bigos – that was like nothing I’ve ever read before and stunningly brilliant.
Speaking of stunningly brilliant fiction, tax season is over on Friday, so I will have run out of excuses for not buckling down and creating some myself.