Wednesday, July 12, 2006

A Seat of One’s Own

It is so important to have a seat on mass transit if you want to read. Although my father reads the New Yorker standing up on most days, I just cant seem to concentrate as well when I am standing. And I certainly have not mastered the crucial newspaper oragami that is necessary for a successful yet polite newspaper read on a crowded train or bus.

When the obnoxious and yet partially charming child and her mother get off of the bus at 96th street, I finally sit down. It is only then that I can really hunker down with the light from the window beside me illuminating the grain of the page that I am reading as it sits curled in my lap waiting breathlessly to be turned.

The hardest part now is not missing my stop.

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