I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks
Sunday, September 13, 2026
Saturday morning meeting
A little urban poetry (those big windows hanging over Broadway putting all of the people inside on display), a few reflections.
Taken on the Upper West Side yesterday on my way to teach the first class of the semester. I was very glad that I no longer have a job where I might be required to attend a meeting on a Saturday morning; although I was on my way to work, I hadn't already spent Monday through Friday in similar conference rooms, unlike I suspect most of the people in that room.
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