Out My Window
Without distracting from everyone’s worries about the U.S. bombing Iran (won’t be today), I want to report a scene from my window.
Two of New York’s Finest sanitation workers were collecting the debris (garbage, bottles, paper) across the street. I watched as two beefy but graceful guys lifted with ease tons of stuff and heaved it into the maw of their giant truck; some of it so heavy each had to pick up one end to lift it. Grunts and groans? Absolutely not; they were synchronized, deft on their feet, quick and graceful in their shoulder movements and arm swings. They reminded me of dancers, Alvin Ailey? Mark Morris? Mummenschanz? Their departure–a swing into the cab of the truck–also synchronized. The Rockettes?