Where has the time gone?
A mere 365 nights ago was J’Ouvert, the annual midnight parade, and so it returns once again.
I try to be decent about this, I do, but come 4:30 in the morning and yet another band is pounding its way down Nostrand, and I get a little crabby.
Still, it’s a good neighborhood, it is. I tell myself this over and over: it’s a decent place to live.
Except the night before Labor Day.