remote posting from nyc

i thought i'd move south and be so slow moving i'd have a novel by now - but instead its become hard to keep up my blog. In fact I'm writing now from the coffee shop on the corner of Church and Nostrand, middle of Flatbush, the trinidadian section. Herein, in various shades and colors of the tropical accent they are discussing the copy of Ben Hur that the one particularly squirrely grey character brought in and held in front of him for 20 minutes until someone else would come so he could announce his great find.
Ben Huurr!
Yes, Bin Hur
Ben Her!
Oh Ben Hur. That classic from 1957 (That's alot of years, the coffee man hurumphs) here is the delight of the afternoon.

I'm just waiting for mom to come home so I can get inside, drop my bag, and enjoy a nice week of nothing to do in NYC.