Yesterday, as I waited for the train, a young boy ran in circles around me and the pillar I was leaning on. He was using a pencil as a pretend gun (and holding it ridiculously, I might add), and making explosion noises, and trotting up and down the narrow strip of platform between my knees and the tracks. One nudge, and that would have been it for him. It’s amazing children ever reach adulthood.
Last night, there were nearly two dozen cop cars zooming around Greenpoint where McGuinness passes under the BQE. Every pedestrian out was trying to figure out what was up. I passed a nest of stopped cop cars, but didn’t want to rubberneck too long. When I got to class, a guy said he’d been on his way when he saw a guy run by, and then a fleet of cops with their guns drawn charged toward him, screaming at him to get out of the way. I wonder what the fleeing man had done.
