"Command those who are rich in this present world not to be arrogant nor to put their hope in wealth, which is so uncertain, but to put their hope in God, who richly provides us with everything for our enjoyment."
1 Timothy 6:17
Here is what I don't understand. When street and subway performers, be it singers, thespians, or mariachi bands showcase their talents, why most of the train patrons don't raise an eyebrow. Literally, they keep their heads down and into whatever book they're reading at the moment. As if the booming voices and live spectacle isn't enjoyable or enticing enough to use your neck muscles. Today, I even saw a woman who I thought was reaching for loose change put on her headphones as three men sang and grooved to a rather harmonious doo-whop in the first car of the R Train. What are they scared of? Could it be they are really not interested in the long-haired man in a black catsuit playing his electric violin like it's a red-hot Les Paul...Or are they afraid if they enjoy the entertainment, they'd have to anty up a contribution... It can't possibly be the novelty has worn off...can it?
Another oddity about NYC is the blue laws...Yes, they have them here too. Wine sales are not allowed in grocery stores...That means the Whole Food shoppers who pick the perfect shitakes, truffled infused cheese, veal loins and have them delivered to their doorstep have to go to another destination to compliment the gourmet meal with the choice bottle of Petit Verdot. This does not speak highly of the "convenient factor" Manhattan boasts.
You can buy beer at 8 AM on a Sunday morning wrapped tight in a brown paper bag... but no vino at the sto'.
It's hard to believe (no booze on Sunday)Georgia is actually one of the 35 states that is progressive in that respect. Not too mention, the amount of revenue it would generate by the stores paying a franchise fee to sell wine. Call me crazy but my guess is there is a deficit in this city after a certain fallout on a Street beginning with W.
Knowing that the booze business has still be going up in this world of going down, (self-medicating) I combed all of the separate grape juice stores in my area soliciting employment. I went to count them six in Tribeca alone.
No go... but a bottle to ring in my Birthday's Eve...
And plenty of faith in tomorrow.
Is your treasure or your faith your firm foundation?
Happy Birthday! You would do a fine job at any of the 6. Better things are in store.
ReplyDeleteYes, my faith is on the Rock, Jesus.