Tuesday, 5 July 2016

Post date: Jul 07, 2016 9:29:47 AM

The glass of the front door was broken and taped (5992–93).

I phoned first to be sure they were open in the wee hours after Independence Day, and the weather report said there’d be light rain, but it was pouring as I walked to Ass’d/Kawran (কাওরান বাজার), Roosevelt Ave. I overbought, getting five little circular containers of deli products (cheese ends, meat ends, hot beef, and tuna salad for the garden salad that already had chicken in it). I also picked up warm chicken wings, as well as strawberries and blueberries with sour cream. One of the workers greeted me with a simple “سلام” and cashier Shohan said “السلام عليكم” as I approached the register. As usual, I responded with “ועליכם שלום.” It wasn’t raining quite so hard on my walk back.

Photos on my way to EHC: 5994, women in colorful patterned clothing. 5995–98, tank‐top man crossing street. 5999–6000, black t‐shirt man.

I walked to EHC and encountered what is apparently a new farmer market right in front of it (6001–07), also organized by Grow like the one in JH. I was under the belief that the July attending surgeons’ schedule must already be posted if it’s already July but it still wasn’t up. The nurses there were as friendly and helpful as can be expected, but I had to just make an appointment for the second Wednes. because that’s Dr. Đ.’s apparent monthly pattern. I took a photo of the market from the second story window (6008). I had to sit and wait in the lobby because I did the right thing by visiting that miserable managed care department before leaving.

Photos on my way back from EHC: 6009–12, more of the market. 6013–24, Baxter recycling men. 6031–34, foliage etc. on 83rd St. 6035–36, button down shirt man and blue breast pocket man. 6037–39, hot white shirt/black shorts man. 6040, dog with tongue hanging out. 6041–45, two hunky men outside FD. 6046–47, man with arms up. 6048, “Clarance Sale.”

I visited the F’town (6025–30) on Baxter mostly because it was there, open and air conditioned. It’s nice but the hours are the same as the one near my building. On my walk home, I encountered Carl E. on 37th Ave., who referred to me as an “orange flame” based on my clothing and referred to the local senior center as the “Queens Center for Gay Faggots” or something similar, and chatted with him briefly about Pratip (among a number of other topics) whom he said I had just missed walking along the avenue by a few minutes. I mentioned how I’d seen him and Richard M. “marching” in NYC Pride. Later on, I encountered Rashid who asked me about Pratip and so I got to tell the anecdote about Carl.