METROPOLITAN DIARY
Walking the Greens
Dear Diary:
It was 1985, and I was starting the graduate acting program at New York University — a very big deal, especially for a rube like me from Indianola, Iowa.
After an $85 cab ride from La Guardia — what can I say? I was an easy mark — I arrived at graduate student housing on East 26th Street between First and Second Avenues.
My assigned roommate was Mark, an M.B.A. student from New Jersey who spent most of his time couch-potato-ing. I soon switched so that I could room with my classmate Meghan.
Meg was also a rube, from Hayward, Calif. We decided to learn the city by “walking the greens.” We would set out from East 26th Street and cross streets only where the green lights allowed. It didn’t matter which direction, as long as there was a green light.
One day we found ourselves at East 79th Street and Fifth Avenue. We walked into the Met and our lives were changed forever.
— Tim Thomas
Dear Diary:
A friend and I were walking along East 46th Street when I sneezed. There were two men walking behind us.
“Bless you,” one of them said.
“Thank you,” I said.
A moment later, I sneezed again.
“Gesundheit,” the second man said.
“Thank you,” I said again.
A half-hour later, we got to my friend’s building, on East 47th Street. Approaching the elevator, we saw the same two men. They held the door for us.
“Oh look,” one of them said as we stepped in. “It’s the sneezer.”
— Beth Kehoe
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