Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Small Town: Brooklyn
It's a funny place where I live. Unmistakably urban. And if you are patient and put in some time, and leave your apartment occasionally, unmistakably small town.
Yesterday the boys and I took the bus to a park. I wanted a place a little less crowded than our closest playground and I didn't want to walk to the park I had in mind. So Andrew and I sat at the bench across the street in front of the mom-and-pop pharmacy to wait for the bus. While we waited a woman carrying a heavy bag sat with us for a few minutes on her way home. The pharmacist came out, said hello to Andrew (by name), and asked about Isaac's birth weight. Andrew jumped around on the sidewalk playing with the metro cards.
We got on the bus and Andrew talked about the bus for the whole ride. He pointed out the seats and the windows and reminded me over and over that we were riding on a bus.
We got the park and he found a little girl to chase around the gazebo telling her over and over that they were in a "zebo". Then we hopped the bus home.
The lines are blurring for me. So many parts of our afternoon seemed really small town: the friendly pharmacist, the gazebo in the park, chatting with a passer by. All of those things could have happened in the small town in Vermont where I went to high school. But now they seem so, so urban to me too.
And I guess that is what I am learning from staying in the same spot for a little while and taking in our neighborhood, is that I do live in a small town, with lots of urban perks.
Or maybe it is that I live in big city, with lots of small town perks.
Anyway, it's not so bad.
And this is what Isaac looks like waking up from his nap.
Posted by Dave at 4:18 PM