Stopped in New York City tonight to see an old China friend I hadn't seen in probably a year.
He's a writer. Or, better, he's an adventurer that takes very good notes about what people are thinking.
He talks to everyone. Tries to tease out their stories. Or, when the tease doesn't work, tries surgically removing the stories with blunt, rusty mining tools. Not sure patience is his virtue. Not sure that's a vice, however. Certainly makes for good stories.
We went to a diner on one of Times Square's less flattering edges.
I went upstairs to find the bathroom.
Found a cop first. He had to pee too, apparently.
There was no one else up there. Just un-air-conditioned half darkness.
He commented on the heat.
I acknowledged and asked him if it'd been hot in the city the past few days.
He said no not too bad. It's never that bad for him. He's a night shift kind of guy.
I asked what he thought of the nocturnal lifestyle.
He replied, and I quote:
I live like a vampire. It's nice though. No traffic.
Just as he said the word vampire, an approximately15 year old kid came out of the bathroom, clearly confused and maybe terrified.
I smiled as he walked back into the artificial downstairs cool.
It's possible I wouldn't have talked to that cop if Jon's inquisitive presence hadn't inspired me.
It's also possible that conversations with strangers about the weather are an all around good idea. They certainly are popular. And there must be a reason for that.