Days gone by…
Can you tell I’m catching up on The Reading List from LAST MONTH? Yep. First, that article about cell phone novels, then today, the Bill James BCS piece, and now, Salon’s first of a series of love stories. Thus Paul Pesce enters the story:
It was maybe 10:30, 11 o’clock. The train comes, and again, nobody is on the train. Except for a woman sitting at the head of one of the cars. So being a young New York boy I get on the train, I walk the length of the train to where she’s sitting, I sit down right next to her, pull out a book, and start reading. And I peruse the page, or a half-page, I turned to her and I said, “Excuse me, does this train go to Brooklyn?” She looks me in the eye and she points across the other side of the car and, of course, there’s a big sign: “To Brooklyn.” I said, “Oh! Thank you! Goodbye.”
Get back to the book. Couple minutes later I turned to her and said, “Could I take you to your home?” She looks at me and she says — with a pause — she says, “If you got a quarter you can go anywhere you want.” Which was what the subway cost at that time. And she got off at the next station, and I got off with her and followed her.
Love good love stories - who doesn’t?
