The Greatest Story Never Told

When I was in London a couple months ago, I saw an ad in the paper announcing an upcoming meeting of the National Anarchists Committee. That anarchists would have a committee which held organized, scheduled meetings seemed quite contradictory and I was eager to attend just to get some good material. Alas, my travel schedule could not accommodate that desire and I left without having the facts for what might have been an entertaining story.

This past weekend, as Jack the Beagle and I were jogging past a junk yard in a remote part of Jersey City, a homeless man shouted out from between some crushed cars, "Hey Young Fella…that’s a real pretty dog you got there. Bow wow. Bow wow." His face was the color of dirt and his eyes were like two gray clouds. His voice was genuinely friendly, but his sudden and unsightly appearance caused me alarm and so I picked up my pace to put some distance between us.

Again, an opportunity missed.

When I first came up to these parts, I was willing and eager to talk to anybody. Homeless guys, security guards, even Hare Krishnas. Now I find I’m getting really wrapped up in my job and my routine and my experiences are starting to take on an unsettling sameness.

So I am rededicating myself to finding and writing about new things. To that end, I have been taking trips every other weekend to places I can get to and back from in two days. In the past month, I’ve been as far north as Buckhorn, Ontario and as far south as Richmond, Virginia. New places, new faces, new adventures. As for life on the home front, I’m trying to find stuff to do in Manhattan besides work all day and get drunk at night. Softball, National Guard duty, and cultural events fit the bill. But sometimes, I just like to walk or sit. Last Thursday night I sat the northwest corner of 6^th Avenue and 4^th for 45 minutes just to see the people going by.

Hopefully this new approach will add some variety to my stories, which, in turn, will make them more entertaining.

And who knows, maybe it’s getting time to start a whole new adventure altogether.

How does Dublin Jim Sosnicky or Sydney Jim Sosnicky sound? There’s a big world out there and lots of stories to tell.

Until Next Time…

Broadway Jim Sosnicky