Christopher Moves Back to the Bronx
Thursday night after work I picked up Melissa in Worcester and drove her home to her mother's house in CT. We had a nice conversation and a real easy drive. She is done painting for the summer and wanted to go home for 2 weeks to get some time with her dogs, friends and the beach. She is trying to set up some hours at the grocery store she worked in last summer for some last minute cash.
From there I drove to Manhattan to meet Christopher at his apartment in Lincoln Center on the Fordham Law School campus. I parked on 60th just east of the apartment. We went out after he finished the last laundry load for some pasta and a walk down to 38th and then back up through Times Square. Many people were out because it was so hot. There were flatbed truck stage rappers, many sketch artists and other assorted street vendors. We got back to the apartment at 1am aand I was so soaked in sweat I wished I had been smart enough to change into shorts before we left for dinner. I got ready to take a shower and Christopher informed me he only had 1 towel so I told him I would only use one side.
The next morning I went downstairs to get a prison style laundry basket (3'x4'x4' tall on wheels) they use to move people in and out of the apartment. We loaded it up and headed down to my car. We were pretty suprised when we saw a tow truck in front of my car, a NYC Traffic cop writing me a ticket and the apartment security man, Larry from Liberia, standing around it. I apologized for not being down earlier, but explained we had to wait for the cart. The cop said he wouldn't tow me but I'd get a summons. Larry said we could load right there so we got busy. Christopher eventually found the summons in envelope under the wiperblade and told me the charge was $95! I was upset but told him it was OK, let's just finish up and be happy he didn't tow us.
Christopher went up for the 2nd load alone so I could stay with the car which is when I talked to Larry and learned his name and some of the Liberia story. When Christopher returned, we loaded up, then he went back in to turn in his keys. I started the car, got the AC going to cool me off and had a good look at the ticket. It was $95 alright, but no VIN# was recorded and the cop had entered the wrong state, so I'm not going to pay since I don't think they can trace me.
I think because it was a nice father/son activity day and we were very polite about the parking issue and very appreciative that towing was not going to happen, the cop assumed we would read the ticket and take the pass he gave. I showed it to Christopher and he told me how happy he was because he felt really bad I had gotten the ticket. I told him he didn't feel half as bad as he would have felt when I presented the ticket to him to pay for me helping him move. Ha, Ha, ... I gave Larry $5 tip for "watching the car".
We got to the Bronx without issue. His apartment is off campus but part of Fordham residence so one of his roommates is the RA. Across the street are 2 deli groceries of Hispnic ownership. I convinced one of the clerks to only speak Spanish to Christopher to help him practice. The guy was pretty excited that Christopher was "college" and was now in the neighborhood. I talked to Christopher about not being afraid to meet the people in the neighborhood and not to stay behind the Fordham fence the whole year potentially missing out on meeting some great local people. Good luck on the MCAT and in school this year Christopher!!
From there I drove to Manhattan to meet Christopher at his apartment in Lincoln Center on the Fordham Law School campus. I parked on 60th just east of the apartment. We went out after he finished the last laundry load for some pasta and a walk down to 38th and then back up through Times Square. Many people were out because it was so hot. There were flatbed truck stage rappers, many sketch artists and other assorted street vendors. We got back to the apartment at 1am aand I was so soaked in sweat I wished I had been smart enough to change into shorts before we left for dinner. I got ready to take a shower and Christopher informed me he only had 1 towel so I told him I would only use one side.
The next morning I went downstairs to get a prison style laundry basket (3'x4'x4' tall on wheels) they use to move people in and out of the apartment. We loaded it up and headed down to my car. We were pretty suprised when we saw a tow truck in front of my car, a NYC Traffic cop writing me a ticket and the apartment security man, Larry from Liberia, standing around it. I apologized for not being down earlier, but explained we had to wait for the cart. The cop said he wouldn't tow me but I'd get a summons. Larry said we could load right there so we got busy. Christopher eventually found the summons in envelope under the wiperblade and told me the charge was $95! I was upset but told him it was OK, let's just finish up and be happy he didn't tow us.
Christopher went up for the 2nd load alone so I could stay with the car which is when I talked to Larry and learned his name and some of the Liberia story. When Christopher returned, we loaded up, then he went back in to turn in his keys. I started the car, got the AC going to cool me off and had a good look at the ticket. It was $95 alright, but no VIN# was recorded and the cop had entered the wrong state, so I'm not going to pay since I don't think they can trace me.
I think because it was a nice father/son activity day and we were very polite about the parking issue and very appreciative that towing was not going to happen, the cop assumed we would read the ticket and take the pass he gave. I showed it to Christopher and he told me how happy he was because he felt really bad I had gotten the ticket. I told him he didn't feel half as bad as he would have felt when I presented the ticket to him to pay for me helping him move. Ha, Ha, ... I gave Larry $5 tip for "watching the car".
We got to the Bronx without issue. His apartment is off campus but part of Fordham residence so one of his roommates is the RA. Across the street are 2 deli groceries of Hispnic ownership. I convinced one of the clerks to only speak Spanish to Christopher to help him practice. The guy was pretty excited that Christopher was "college" and was now in the neighborhood. I talked to Christopher about not being afraid to meet the people in the neighborhood and not to stay behind the Fordham fence the whole year potentially missing out on meeting some great local people. Good luck on the MCAT and in school this year Christopher!!
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