Tuesday morning. It’s early. I’m walking down the tunnel at Grand Central Station. The air is heavy, the mammoth air conditioners have not yet fired up. I punch through the day’s calendar as I walk: Light.
I look down at my shoes. Scruffy. Light Day, nothing major looming, scruffy shoes.
I accelerate the pace, the step counter on my watch silently records the activity. I stare at the watch face as the counter tracks each step, and marvel at the technology. I speed up and slow down, speed up and slow down, the step counter with me with each step. What a child.
I walk by the shoe shine stand. It’s not yet 6 a.m. They are setting up: A middle aged man and his wife (?) of Central American (?) origin. I slow, but decide I don’t have time to wait, and keep walking.
He catches the flicker of my…
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