It just hailed. The sound of little ticking on the windows grew louder, and then the wind kicked in, and the sheets of rain went diagonal. Yesterday the wind blew so hard, I passed a blown down awning on Christopher St. and at the corner of Varick and Franklin was a tipped over tree in its gigantic concrete planter.
They say the gusts were up to 40 miles per hour. Went shopping anyway. Impossible to think of shopping without thinking of you. Harry’s Shoes now has a whole store just for children. You were patient trying on different styles and sizes of shoes while the many older people competed for the attention of Harry’s sales men waiting on you.
When we shopped in the old Burlington Coat Factory on Park Place—you would hide under the clothes racks, slip between the hanging coats and dresses, play hide and seek there.
Now the Burlington Coat Factory is a mosque. And small children wear Uggs.