METROPOLITAN DIARY
Angel of the Evening
Dear Diary:
I was walking around my Crown Heights neighborhood one Saturday night when I passed an older man and woman sitting on the curb listening to music on a phone.
I was recording a voice note to myself, but as I walked by I smiled and did a little dance to the music.
“Come back, honey!” the woman yelled to me. She said it was her birthday, and we danced together to “Angel of the Morning” on the sidewalk: “Just call me angel of the morning, angel, just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby.”
After a few minutes and smiles and hugs all around, I kept on going.
I realized my phone had recorded the whole thing. Maybe now when things gets me down, I will listen to that encounter and think of two strangers dancing together for a moment on the sidewalk.
— Yehuda Fogel
Worth the Walk
Dear Diary:
My mother needed basil for Sunday night dinner. I walked to the corner store, money in hand, Crocs barely on my feet.
It was a sunny day in Brooklyn, and everyone was out. Looking to my left, I saw a woman in a feather hat with a small Pomeranian. Her hat was mundane compared to her actions.
She reached into her purse and pulled out a large cannoli. Instead of putting it in her mouth, she reached down to the dog to give it to him. Then she pulled out one for herself.
I walked an extra 15 blocks to get one too.
— Arianna Gold
Ocean Bound
Dear Diary:
A few years ago, following the death of a loved one, I desperately needed to rediscover my joy of living. I decided to fulfill a long-held wish to travel across the Atlantic aboard the Queen Mary 2.
Flying from my home in Kansas to La Guardia Airport, I looked around for the driver who was to take me to the pier. Finally, I noticed a tall, distinguished-looking gentleman wearing a long, flowing robe and holding a sign with my name on it.
I approached him and explained who I was.
“Ah,” he said in a rich accent, “you are the woman from the plains who wishes to go to sea.”
Without thinking, I stood up straight and squared my shoulders.
“Yes,” I said in a strong, determined voice. “I am.”
The trip was a success.
— Deborah Detrick
https://www.nytimes.com/2023/03/19/nyregion/metropolitan-diary.html
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