We stepped out of the Brooklyn Hotel lobby and heading down the street.
“I’m so glad you know where we were going. It saved me from having to look it up,” I told my daughter.
“It’s weird to be walking on this street again. This was my route every day when working on the campaign,” she recalled. “I also checked and there’s a deli right across from the school.”
“Perfect! I told my friend I’d bring lunch for us to eat!” As we walked quickly amongst the morning crowd, I saw a sign advertising a dentist. “Remember that blog post I told you about – the one where the guy’s mom was one of 14 kids. He also wrote about how her dad was a dentist. It was during segregation but he took anyone as a patient, sometimes they only paid a dollar. And somehow he raised 14 kids and made it all work.”
“That reminds me of the lady who recently gave me a pedicure. She told me she was one of 12 kids. She said her mother loved it. She never had to do any chores because she had a job chart and all the kids took turns cooking and cleaning. She said now that her kids are all older, she loves it, too. When she wants to do go on vacation, she starts to call each kids, asking to borrow money. Once she gets to the 12th, she is set!”
We kept walking and chatting. It was fun to be in a new neighborhood and have a whole free day ahead of us. My first stop was a school where my friend now worked and then a trip to the Brooklyn Museum for fun. My daughter was off to meet a friend she recently worked with. We both enjoyed being in Brooklyn on a March morning, walking on sidewalks still lined with snow from Tuesday’s storm, and breathing the fresh air on a clear, blue sky day.
Writing Stories by Sally 