Do New Yorkers Work?

Every day I find myself at different Starbucks tip tapping on my Mac computer writing a new play or rewriting an old one. The question that always comes to mind is, do New Yorkers ever work? The Starbucks is always filled with people either reading the latest New York Times best-selling author, or chit-chatting away about work or relationships, or typing away in their computer like me, or just staring into space contemplating life's existence.

I'm sure this question coming from me sounds inane, since I'm the one always at Starbucks. (My favorite one is located at the World Wide Plaza on 49th & 8th). Maybe all these New Yorkers that I see during the day work at night like I do, but can they all really have night jobs? I remember last summer sitting in one of the biggest grassy parts in Central Park around one o'clock in the afternoon and asking myself the same question, it was filled with people of all ages, tanning, reading, playing sports, having picnics - but the thing they weren't doing was working.

I guess this question will have to stay unanswered...

Will He Come?

New York has an interesting way of placing you in a location where you see a person you haven't seen in a long time. Like today for example, it put me face to face with G. who I haven't seen since last time I catered at the New York Public Library in January. Actually I had seen G., last Friday night at Barrage, but it didn't dawn on me that it was him until I was turning the key to my mailbox later that night. I may forget your name, but I'll never forget your face.

I thought that G. was cute when I had catered with him, so I did what any normal person my age would do and I found him on Facebook. I sent him a message to see if he wanted to hang out or grab coffee (something very casual) when he never replied, I figured his answer was no. Now four months later I find myself sitting across from him at Starbucks. He recognized me and stopped to say hi. I invited him to my play reading on Monday. He congratulated me for having the reading and then he was gone making his way through the rain. I hope he comes.