He learned from us that we were from Florida, visiting relatives on Long Island, were coming in early to hold up a sign on the Today Show and perhaps give citrus to Al Roker. He first found out about me, and then asked “And the young lady, what does she do?” “I’m a student,” she said, surprising the driver who obviously did not see her when she got in the cab. “Oh, I thought you were older. Sorry.”
He pointed out a sculpture sent by firefighters in Idaho or Iowa, I can’t remember. It was a dark mass perched on a trailer against the curb. The driver explained “We don’t know where we’re putting it yet.”

We took a minute to walk around. The tree and skating rink, Rockefeller Center towering over Prometheus, joined just the day before by the Olympic Flame, resting in New York over Christmas before continuing its journey to Salt Lake City. Mattie got a hot chocolate and I got a large coffee and we took our places at the next available spot along the barricades that outlined the outdoor studio.
It was 6:05.
[an essay in 13 parts from Pablo Notes, 2001]