One of those days

10 05 2011

It was one of those days.

Kate was in search of a mailbox to send out an already late rent check and there was not one in sight. After succumbing to fate, accepting she was going to be subconsciously labeled as a “doesn’t pay rent on time” miscreant, Kate gave up the task and purchased a big gulp.

She looked right as she exited the 7-11 parking lot and five mailboxes lined the sidewalk. With a snicker of surrender she placed the letter in the mailbox continuing on her way home.

But Kate was stopped by a potentially intoxicated man who asked “what do you do when LA kicks your ass?” After spending half the morning on the verge of tears debating what was going to happen to her life a random guy on the street verbalizes the exact thoughts she was plagued with moments before?

Despite the awkwardness of his close talking Kate lingered willing to hear him out. After all she was armed with 16 ounces of soda.

“And don’t tell me daddy pays your rent, both my parents are dead.”

Shit, is this guy a mind reader? Kate thought.

“Where you from, Philadelphia?” He asked referencing her Always Sunny in Philadelphia Paddy’s Irish Pub shirt.


“Aw shit, I’m from the Bronx. See these cracked lips, people in Boston don’t get these cracked lips.”

Utterly dumbfounded by what his comment meant she began to continue the walk home, nervously giggling and awkwardly backing up the sidewalk in retreat.

“You never answered my question, what do you do when LA kicks your ass?” He repeated, slowly following her up the sidewalk.

Kate hesitated a moment.

“Keep on fighting.” She smiled, turned and walked away.

“Great answer!” Bronx exclaimed, his reaction giving Kate a swift kick of confidence that was almost divinely sent to save Kate from her self deprecating funk.

Kate smiled the rest of the way home.


The Night of the Cliche

14 12 2010

I saw a shooting star tonight.  Venturing back from the last class of my graduate school career, I looked to the sky and there it was.  Cascading downward only to disappear into the nighttime abyss.  It was sort of a surreal moment.  I had just concluded my final class of my final semester at Emerson College, an amazing course taught by an even more amazing woman.  Marie concluded the semester with a class-led reading of Stanford University’s 2005 Commencement speech given by Steve Jobs.  The speech was a true testament of the importance of following your dreams and as Jobs puts it, having the courage to follow your heart and your intuition.

Prior to the recitation of his address, the class shared a variety of projects created while at Emerson.  The amount of creativity and talent surrounding me was incalculable.  Marie congratulated us with extremely encouraging words and that was it.  Grad school over.

Flushed with emotion I made my way back to Oakwood temporary housing, a myriad of thoughts ricocheting in my brain.  But unlike days past the thoughts were not full of anxiety and fear, they were hopeful and reassuring.  As the crickets systematically chirped their homogeneous tune and the automatic sprinklers laced the greenery with artificial dew I saw the shooting star.  I smiled to myself but also laughed at the saccharine sentimentality of it all.

“Stay hungry.  Stay foolish” – Steve Jobs

A blog series on Susan Passoni, part two

14 05 2009

Check out my second blog entry on Susan Passoni!

A blog series on Susan Passoni part 1

7 05 2009

Massachusetts democratica candidate, check it out!

Final Four in the North End

3 04 2009

Looking for a place to watch the games?  Come to the North End!

Boston North End/Waterfront Community Examiner: Final Four in the North End

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Tresca stimulus menu

24 03 2009

High quality food for a reduced price!

Boston North End/Waterfront Community Examiner: Tresca stimulus menu

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Boston North End/Waterfront Community Examiner: Bocce Tournament

12 03 2009

Boston North End/Waterfront Community Examiner: Bocce Tournament

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