Trying Hard to Look Like Gary Cooper, That's Me

I'm out of here, and may not post until tomorrow because tonight there's a FREE showing of "High Noon" in Bryant Park, just ten blocks north of where I'm sitting. (By New York blockage, that's literally a five minute walk.) The catch: it's apparently really crowded, and people start saving seats at 5 p.m. for a show that goes on at sundown (between 8 and 9 tonight). I'm bringing a book and planning to hunker. If you hear from me later tonight, you know I got tired of waiting and thought, "Fuck it; I'll just buy the DVD." But I almost can't resist the idea of sticking it out. Who else is even gonna be wearing a cowboy hat? The genre deserves me to be there.

But since I'm leaving and it may be many hours before my next post, this is as good a time as any to note the following discovery: I ride the same bus every day, and it takes the same route every time, and you'd think I'd be accustomed to everything I see. But today I noticed something I hadn't noticed before, for some reason: At Lexington and 77th (too far, alas, for my camera to capture), there's a store called Pick-A-Bagel, and up above the store sign is a smaller sign announcing, "All baking done on promises."

I do that too. It's so much easier than baking based on results. And on that I leave you.