Monday, August 18, 2008like this has ever asked me if I was reporter while I was on the train.
A good friend of mine in New York City rides the A train from his apartment in Bed Stuy in Brooklyn to his internship this summer and, later this fall, to his law school Lower Manhattan.
For some reason this one day last week, he was writing in a reporter-style notebook. I presume he was writing himself thoughts or reminders, a grocery list or maybe even a recipe for egg foo yong. The point is I don't know.
As fate would have it, they had a long conversation about her art, about his law school training. In fact, I think they planned to meet up for lunch at some point.
What I do know is that personally, I write in my notebook all the time. I ride the subway everyday; on my way to games or other assignments, I jot down notes to myself if only to remember that I wrote it down sometime, somewhere. Either way, no one -- like this -- has ever came up to me and asked me about who I was.
You know my friend couldn't wait to tell me.
I just hope they talk about this. And where it's going to go in the Sanderberg living room or my bedroom. Marcus, what you think? continue...