The Queen's Crown

That's Corona. The things I couldn't photograph in Queens because of my short-lived battery pack... Walking away from Shea Stadium tennis center, the US Open was behind me. We were walking towards the Unisphere, the open world. Yes, the world is in Queens, you don't need demographic proof for this statement, I'll tell you how I know. On the elevated 7 train I looked down and saw a store called the South Pole. What is that place? Later, walking down 108th Street searching for the Lemon Ice King, I saw another store called the North Pole. So there you have it.

The fountains around the Unisphere are geysers, shooting at least 20 feet into the air, sending up a spray that you don't want to be downwind of on a cool day. Spray that yesterday held a rainbow, or rather, the end of a rainbow, or as AG said, a rainbow to end all rainbows. Walking to the left, the unisphere was backlit and sunlit halos of spray illuminated the geysers, the Good Year Blimp blimped around to the upper right (what do they do in there all day? Do they wish they could run around and play soccer) A man riding a bike stopped to take the picture I wanted to take, he had to balance precariously on one leg, but took his time composing the shot. I stood for a while watching him. When he saw me, I told him that was going to be a nice photograph, and he grinned. Well, the photo is out there, somewhere. His photo. My photo. Our photo. Everyone's photo.

We were delivered from Brooklyn to Queens by the F to the G to the 7. Going home at 7:30, we skip the G and just take the 7 to the F. No driving today: the world's dying, I hear. I think some people would rather die than give up driving. The speed demons who I hear racing on theProspect Expressway in the night. If I had known how quickly that polar ice would melt I would have lived my life very differently. For now, train geometry's my best effort, and believe me, I have to get in much better shape for all the walking.

Update: Go the The Lemon Ice King and ask the people there what the best flavor is. When I did this, they all said lemon. Is it the truth? Peer pressure? Mood? What if just one of them had broke rank and said 'fruit cocktail!' Would he have been fired?