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Roebling, Brooklyn

In the morning, after dropping my son off at school I try to take different routes to the train. You now, see new things, hear new sounds. Some days I walk past the El Regreso retirement home and I hear them singing happy birthday or having some other sort of crazy old person party. They really make a ruckus. It's a pleasant sound. Today there was a younger man on the street whistling to birds and throwing out pinches of bread as he walked along. He seemed at an odd point to be a bird feeder, I associate that pastime with extreme youth and extreme age, but he was there, somewhere south of the middle between the two, whistling and throwing bread.