Selling My Books on the Streets of Brooklyn 5/28 - Oops

Yesterday the floating book shop ventured to the hipster haven of Park Slope, which some claim is the most literate neighborhood in Brooklyn. Maryann, a “book junkie,” made the session worthwhile, buying CDs by Tchaikovsky and DeBussy, and a hardcover on natural healing methods. She promised to research my books at Amazon. I was also asked to pose for a picture by a young woman who represented herself as an urban guerrilla. She did not look the part. I hope I haven’t set myself up as a plug for a socialist cause. The most surprising aspect of the day was the sale of Glen Beck’s novel, The Overton Window, in that liberal bastion, and failing to sell a handsome collection of cartoons lampooning censorship, which I was sure would go. There will always be surprises in life - fortunately.

Last night Antenna TV and Cozi each ran war films to commemorate the holiday. I switched back and forth between four of them, none of which I’d ever seen: Eight Iron Men (1952), starring Lee Marvin and Richard Kiley, shot in black and white and modest in scope; Anzio (1968), starring Robert Mitchum and Peter Falk, produced during the Vietnam conflict and decidedly anti-war; The Purple Plain, starring Gregory Peck as a pilot with psychological issues, and Bernard Lee (M to non-Bond fans); and the Battle of Britain, which has an all-star cast of faces familiar to anyone who grew up watching war movies. Anzio was scheduled to run to 11:30. Someone forgot to tell whomever was in charge. When I turned back to the station at eleven an episode of Dennis the Menace was running. Oops! I don't feel I missed anything. None of those four films was much better than mediocre.

Today’s NY Post had another article on the creative ways people earn money. Owners of million dollar homes in the Hamptons are renting them for the summer months while living in a nearby trailer park, and turning a handsome profit. Although I can’t imagine renting a home I loved, I am always fascinated by human ingenuity.

When I stepped outside at eleven AM I was shocked and pissed to find it raining. The forecast said the storm would begin late afternoon. With my back a bit balky, I decided not to haul the crates of books to the viaduct at E. 15th. I waited 15 minutes at the bus shelter, searching for a sign of a break in the clouds, but it looked hopeless and I returned to my apartment. It seems the three and five-day forecasts have been completely wrong lately. Why do I pay attention to them? I'm becoming very adept at the three solitaire games on my PC.
 

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