Although the conditions were perfect for work outdoors, I found myself struggling. A thistle- tough as nails- at the site of the first tree of the day, broke my shovel in two. Then to top it off, objects that I continued to unearth seemed to have a narrative that referenced some of the large changes in my personal life. It was as if the BRONX knew my story.
Stepping out of the hardware store I saw a pair of ice cream push cart peddlers having a conversation. They were engaged in a friendly conversation. I wondered how they felt about competing for customers… How did they work it out? It must have been some organic boundary sysytem of some kind. Perhaps that’s what they were talking about…
One of the vendors had an insulated cart with buckets of frozen icy inside, and the other had a block of ice covered in a towel (to slow down the melting) around which where glass bottles of liquid syrup flavoring. They concluded their conversation and parted ways on Boston Road and 174 St under the elevated tracks of the 5 and 2 Trains