Soon after moving to Canal Street, to the area now known as Dimes Square, I would hear a man in the night shouting, "Hup! ... hup!... hup!" There would be a few seconds between each eruption and would continue for hours. Sometimes it sounded as though the man walked west, maybe as far as the mouth of the Manhattan Bridge, but usually he stayed around the intersection of Eldridge and Canal.
After reading this beautifully crafted piece, I was reminded of E.M. Forster: "Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer." Thank you for sharing this small moment of connection.
This certainly made me tear up. I love that piece and that you fed him. Maybe the man has autism and that’s a comforting sound to him. I now want an egg sandwich.
After reading this beautifully crafted piece, I was reminded of E.M. Forster: "Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer." Thank you for sharing this small moment of connection.
You are such a lovely writer.
This certainly made me tear up. I love that piece and that you fed him. Maybe the man has autism and that’s a comforting sound to him. I now want an egg sandwich.
Human kindness is a lost art. Thanks for the reminder.