From noon, wet snow fell on Manhattan.
Out back in the alley between our two buildings...
...Westward looking out the front window
and Eastward toward the East River.
Since noon, Santa-Con kids roam the streets of this neighborhood
and every neighborhood across the City,
following prompts from their cell phones
From bar to bar getting drunk.
(These two girls were very cold and unhappy)
Wise cabbies stay clear so that the only rides are those like 'Uber' or one of the other call in car services.
Having made the mistake of lying down to watch the much anticipated next episode of "Doc Martin", I slept through it. I was awakened near 10:00 by a booming party in the apartment below me, just in time to catch the end of "Four Weddings and a Funeral" when, at around 11PM my upstairs neighbors began slamming doors and stomping around, in protest I think to the noise below. Then suddenly silence. The party had moved to the street awaiting car services to take them elsewhere. It's often like this on weekends. Such is life for us elders with Millennials and College kids having moved in at a ratio of ten to one. I have adapted by staying up nights in the gaps between assaults, sleeping in most mornings. When I was Twenty something, someone asked "Where do you see yourself in fifty years?" Without hesitation I answered "Retired with a comfortable income, by the sea in a two room cottage in Ireland with a studio out back, a little land for a kitchen garden, a sturdy pony and cart for visits to neighbors, Doctors and the nearby villages, a couple of cats and a big friendly dog."
"Four Weddings and A Funeral"