Courtesy of MLusk at Weather Records
Space Bleeps : Ok Oh and the Failure of the Spanish Armada
The slightly portly Asian woman hustled after the retreating bus, loose silk top and floppy short skirt flapping in circumstantial wind, stuffing a bagel into her mouth.
The vaguely Sephardic looking woman in a red and cream colored summer dress labored up the bike ramp on the bridge.
The Central American took a break from wet-grinding the cement, nodding in my direction without trace of approval.
"The Mid-Summer party down in Battery Park!" Omino solicited. "The Swedish thing where the kids dance around a pole. It would be fun to see the kids playing together. I'll forward you the details on Facebook. They really could be siblings, our kids, you know."