This is my favorite bench in New York City. Every time see someone sitting next to the little guy hold in a bag of money I smile and laugh inside. It’s a Tom Otterness bronze sculpture….and I love it!
I watched him struggle to light a match. His hands were shivering. Maybe it was the cold. Or maybe it was the drink. His face was worn and leathery. The wrinkles and fold told a story of street life or maybe just the harshness of his reality. He exhaled into the winter air and rejoiced in a simple moment of solitude.
It didn’t even snow that much yesterday….or today. But I guess it really doesn’t matter when you have no place to go. It’s cold outside. And the ground is wet. These are the days when the homeless ride the trains through the night. It’s their only salvation. I see how passengers look at them in disgust and it makes me angry. Where would you go? What would you do? I want more people to have compassion. I want more of us to simply care.
What the hell is going on with this city. Why are we all over reacting. Yes. It’s snow. And it usually happens this time of year. And guess what, we’ve had snow before. Hell, we’ve had blizzards before. Why is the media and just about everyone else making such a big deal about another snow storm?!? “The Storm to End All Storms!”, “Snowmaggedon 2015!!!”….Yea.. blah, blah, blah, blah. It’s going to snow. It’s going to be slushy and ugly out. And guess what?! Nothing.. that’s it! Just another day in the city!