Do not touch the blinds!
--signs covering every square inch of wall space in the Social Security office
Went running on the beach at Coney Island this morning--6:00 AM, sun already up but still casting that golden syrupy light you only get in the morning...the sky all velvet blue and the ocean looking unusually pure, like a big wet hug.
The air this morning was incredible--it felt like early fall, smelled like new schoolbooks and hope. We were surrounded by old Russian women in one-piece bathing suits and swimcaps, invigorating themselves in the frigid water.
I can't believe we live so close to this place...It felt like a little vacation.
After that I went to the above-mentioned SS office to apply for a replacement card (with the ultimate goal of getting my driver's license). I happened to be standing behind a blind man in full blind-man regalia (cane, sunglasses), and I was delirious from not sleeping, and I saw the "Do Not Touch the Blinds" sign and just burst out in hysterics. Oh, I'm sure he'd laugh, too, if he knew.
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