Waiting

The problem with meeting Judith is that the drive from Staten Island to The West Village has so much potential for delay. "I'm near the tunnel.""I'm in the tunnel." "I'm at Canal.""I'm on Sixth at Houston."

Luckily I was waiting at a table by the window and got to watch the whole thing, how the sky changed and the wind shifted and the billboard across the way tried in vain to be a sail.

"Didn't you look at the Times Weather on-line?" Johanna later asked me and I said, "no." because I have had other things on my mind and a little rain never hurt anyone.