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​​I Drove Her Part Way Back to The City This Morning

11/21/2015

 
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​​I Drove Her Part Way Back to The City This Morning

A cab ride in Kingston is the start of a lot of lot longer trips trips... to Toronto, far less so to Montreal than I would have expected. So few in fact, I feel it necessary  to celebrate them by gushing-about that lovely french city of ours. My CAR has been the start of more than a few trips to Vancouver even more to Ottawa and a very few to Winnipeg and Edmonton Alberta. Each time I pick up someone who is off to the railway or the airport (I still barely believe is really there). I’ll ask “Where are we headed today?” On answer… I reply, “…well I can [only] take you part of the way there.”

I’ve taken a humanities professor part way home to Sweden and a marketing exec partway to Atlanta… I’ve taken three suspiciously fit n’ quite large military fellas from their headquarters to… er… the Middle East… er… for a while, I think. I picked up a very nice woman, early one morning at the ferry docks and drove her part way to China, well actually the Hong Kong part of China at least. This morning I picked up a young Lady at the Frontenac Club on King. She was on her way to the Via Rail Station. Where are we headed? To Toronto… Home? No ultimately I’m headed back to New York City…

Oh… really... ?

I’ve had a few fares in CAR 29 who once lived in The City; the exec off to Atlanta and one of my nurses who for a time was an actress down over in the East Village. I’ve had plenty of folks who’ve visited there plenty of times and I’ve enjoyed comparing our notes quite a bit, but… I guess something just struck me this morning about this nice young woman, a new mother.. as she jumped in my CAR and we headed off for New York.

Her place is on Bergen just down from Smith Street, merely five blocks from The Sacred Heart of Jesus and Mary, the first place I called home in Brooklyn. “Right, you get on the F Train at the front...”; as we talked, the smiles I saw as I glanced over my shoulder were ones perhaps only good neighbours usually share. I told her of all my places, she told me her stories, we chatted at a pace that only now seems vaguely familiar. Sure, we talked a bit about the towers but didn’t linger on ‘em as I had a whole list of things to go over with her about the playgrounds she’d soon be using… I couldn’t stop smiling throughout our whole conversation..

It’s happened a few times upon arriving at the Railway station... grabbing her bag from the trunk of the CAR… I sensed a pause in our chatter, feeling an almost mutual urge to give each other a hug as we said our goodbyes. I blew her a kiss and as she headed off homeward and couldn’t help but think of my city… the rest of  the morning. A few twinges of homesickness for a home I don’t live in and quite likely will never even ever see ever again? Maybe just a bit lonely, certainly missing my son, but incredibly happy to know that someone I’ve just met is really enjoying using my old place… home to my city, my big ol' New York City was most certainly a nice place... to get part way back home to this morning.

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