Thursday March 20, 2008

I live in Bay Ridge Brooklyn at the foot of the Verrazano Bridge. Many movie have made made here, some from my home which faces a park, the bridge and creates an ambiance unmatched anywhere else.

Around 6 pm, I went to the convenience store across the street, to get some bottled water. Walking home, a hearse pulled up to the curb nearby. Two men got out and walked toward me on their way to the sports bar, where 'the boys' hang out. One was fat, the other about my age. The fat one wore a suit that made him look like a priest. The older man had a wild looking vest worn beneath a dark suit. Both looked like characters out of the 'Sopranos'.

I paused but couldn't contain my laughter as they walked up to the curb. The man my age asked what was so funny. I told him that he buries dead people and I talk to them describing the man they had just dropped off. Their jaws dropped.

In a gruff voice and heavy Brooklyn accent, the fat guy asked, "Hey lady! You Italian, since you're psychic?" I didn't know you had to be Italian to be psychic. Where's a camera when you need it. At the end of the day, feeling like the Trickster, I crossed over, laughing all the way home.

The Verrazano Bridge