When walking through the streets of New York, be sure to look up, either someone will be dangling out a window or you'll discover a fascinating piece of architecture (gargoyles, period architecture and window cleaners so high it'll leave you in awe!).
New York is a piece of theater you don't have to get tickets for. Just watch and listen and unless you like audience participation, don't volunteer.
In this windy, cold weather today heavy traffic was effectively being managed by a man in a yellow costume, a traffic officer gesticulating so wildly, we can assume he must have had six cups of caffeinated coffee before going on duty. Attempting to put a little alacrity into cars sluggishly moving east, he chanted loudly above the din of the motors and blasting car radios, "Let's get moving, move it on along, move it on down!" I could hear a song coming on. Along came a fellow on bicycle, as though he had just exited stage right, shouting and echoing what the traffic officer had just said, while inserting the most foul language, "You mother f.... let's get moving, get your asses in gear, move it on down!" He himself could barely move, hidden behind his decorated bicycle piled high with interesting junk, his long full beard and the artifacts he transported easily weighed in at about 300 lbs. while his barely covered butt exposed to the cold air, gave some drivers reason to move it on down with alacrity.
Theater was in full bloom today. Just down a few blocks I had the pleasure of seeing another traffic officer, more interesting than the last and more beautiful than many Hollywood stars! Her goddess figure accentuated by her officer's uniform, dark chocolate skin, an intoxicating smile, her shinny black hair slightly hidden by the luxurious fur hat covering her ears. Her body moved gracefully while her white gloved hands directed traffic. For a moment I thought she was dancing, and when the light changed I realized if I were in one of the cars I'd be too mesmerized to move. I WAS too mesmerized to move, and stopped to watch. Unable to remove the smile from my face, I noticed another pedestrian pulling out his iPhone to video the dance of the maiden, and a car stopped, the driver begged for a ticket.
