A tragic encounter. Ships pass today Sat. 6/25 5 PM UWS 72 and Amst.

New York City NY

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OK, I realize this is a long shot, but I know from long shots. My dad was a golfer and when I was a wee lad he decided to take me to the fairway and show me the ropes (boxing reference; mixed metaphor already). When I was ready to putt I had a brainstorm. It's pretty hard to hit the ball to the hole, so why not hit the hole to the ball? That did not work. A fail worse than my encounter with you. To wit: You were (and presumably still are) a petite Asian woman crossing W. 72 and Amsterdam. I was a guy lost in thought at the opposite corner ruminating on life. Not all life, just certain aspects of the thing. As you passed me you gave me a seventh day look... you know, when God was resting up and felt good about himself. It was a friendly look from a kindly person. I, in my reverie saw this moment but it did not register immediately. It took two seconds. Then, I felt a certain surmise. Just like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific—and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise— Silent, upon a peak in Darien. They were on a boat at the time. Exploring the world. This was way before google maps. But I was on the poor old Upper West Side. I turned and saw your advancing figure... advancing away from me that is. OK, retracting I guess. I thought to chase after you and say hello, but knew in my heart how unseemly that would be. So, I retreated and decided to resort to craigslist. If you remember such a fleeting moment... do contact me:)