Don Tomás on St. Nicholas Avenue--appearing suddenly, in New York, Washington Heights--that would be Rangel country, a little bit of Nigeria, salsa too... Dominican streetfronts--guavas and mangos, papayas in open bins--sounds of Spanish, unexpected accents, rapid and a touch grating... Wide blue umbrella over a pile of calico dresses, three mismatched postboxes in a jostled row. Yellow street sign--two children, walking side by side. Vendor in short-sleeved shirt, darkly oiled hair, he leans back a bit, forearms exposed... Young man in plaid shirt and tie. It's hot--the dense New York summer air just above--sky like a chocolate cream pie...
Memories of winter, subway cold. Cheap down jackets, frosty breath...
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