The Starry Night, Vincent van Gogh

Yesterday, Dan and I started off slowly, which should be expected after all of our ‘moving’ experiences of late. We found a coffee shop, Father Knows Best and hung out there for a while, sipping caffeinated bean water. Next up we took the subway into Manhattan and MoMA. I got to see one of my all time favorite paintings, van Gogh’s The Starry Night. I used have a poster version of the picture in college. Afterwards we had lunch at Judge Roy Bean’s. The waitress there always referred to us as “boys”, even though we were both older than her. She spilt my beer when she served the meal, but it all landed on her, “Thanks for taking all the hit points!” She cleaned up the table well though, made good my beer, plus Dan got another one too. I mention this somewhat misogynistic story, because we were right around the corner from misogyny HQ, the Trump Tower. We then took the train back to Brooklyn. On the way back a group of middle schoolers got on followed immediately by two uniformed NYPD. Dan thought that the officers were preventing a fight. We were sitting down and the cops stood right in front of us. The kids made wisecracks about stop-and-frisk and getting shot, which the cops ignored, but they sure weren’t happy about it, especially the senior, white one. The police soon exited the train at their precinct boundary. Back at Dan’s place we worked unpacking boxes. I worked in the kitchen and almost got it done. Later, we ate in, leftovers, watched a movie and then called it a night.

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