me in the piazza

I'm a writer, publishing both as SJ Rozan and, with Carlos Dews, as Sam Cabot. (I'm Sam, he's Cabot.) Here you can find links to my almost-daily blog posts, including the Saturday haiku I've been doing for years. BUT the blog itself has moved to my website. If you go on over there you can subscribe and you'll never miss a post. (Miss a post! A scary thought!) Also, I'll be teaching a writing workshop in Italy this summer -- come join us!
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I really do love New York

At the Greenmarket, crowded sidewalks, ambling folks gawking at vegetables, rubbernecking at bread. Tiny old woman -- looks like 90 pounds and 90 years -- in a wheelchair, all wrapped in scarves and wool coat, being pushed by an aide, stuck in people traffic jam. Going nowhere. Aide gently taps young woman considering cauliflower. Young woman doesn't notice. Taps again. Doesn't notice. Taps again. Young woman turns, frowning, like, Why are you bothering me? Stays standing in same spot, blocking pathway. Aide, clearly a polite young woman, temporarily at a loss. Old woman looks up in wheelchair, says in weak, squeaky voice, "Move it, lady, or we're gonna make tracks all over it!"

I love New York.

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