Fireworks and the Immortal Words of the King Woman

My roommate and I ran to the roof to the sounds and sights of a fireworks display.  I kid you not, the fireworks followed a family screening of "Hairspray." (http://www.prospectpark.org/calendar/event/21934?o5943)

Unfortunately I missed the screening (please insert sarcasm here) but the fireworks were surprisingly impressive.  Thank you borough President.  

I also made a friend yesterday whom I talked with today as well.  Her name is Mut Shekem T Amena.  She is a priest at an African church.  I stopped and chatted with her yesterday, which turned into an hour, trying out her oils and discussing the issues of the world in great detail. These issues, including whether I had a women, a man, or both, whether I believed in the almighty ever-healing spirit, and how I felt about the fact that her wife was married, were discussed as countless neighbors stopped by, to whom she always politely introduced me to each.  

So today as I was taking my clothes to the laundromat, she joyfully sang, "Jah Sun," and guessed that I was born in May, on a Sunday, and that I was a Taurus.  She also correctly told me that I had walked on this side of the street because it was in the sun and the other side was in shade, even though that is the side of the laundromat.  She pointed out that I must be a happy one because I wear bright colors, noting my red running shirt the evening before, and the yellow polo I was wearing today.  The other woman, an elderly black woman, calls me "handsome" and today kidded she was going to set me up with a "few available women in her building."  I innocently replied, "I am not sure I can handle a few,"  but she assured me, "you must handsome, you must."  

She is a wonderful woman who sits and sells perfumed oils, incense sticks, and other homemade items in front of her building, which is next to mine, and knows nearly everyone in the neighborhood.  She is full of positivity and loves to talk.  I am sure I will be seeing a lot of her, sharing conversation on a variety of topics, and I promised to bring her hot coffee when it starts getting colder because, "honey," she said, "whenna colda comin, I ah stayin, cause I gotta be makin da money to pay da bills."  

Just another day in Brooklyn.