Sunday Morning Starbucks Window, Greenwich Village

Starbucks. Christopher Street. 

The ambulance is there because I think this is where they are more or less stationed at this time of the day. Or maybe they're on break.

I'm waiting for Mark Janas. We're headed to the tunnel and over into Bay Ridge. Jake joins us.

Woman with ambulance.

This guy seemed homeless.
He came inside and started talking to himself.
But at least he's well groomed.

This is me, reading.
This morning, it's "The Island at the Center of the World,"
which sounds like SF, but is a history of Dutch Manhattan.