by Marsh Cassady
So my editor
tells me that were going to start a
Man in the Street column. And guess
who he picks to do it?
Brooklyn, in late November. Who in his right mind
is going to be out in this weather!
standing on the corner not even knowing if I
still have feet, my nose an ice cube, and I see
this guy walking toward me. Hes so bundled
up I cant tell much about him. Hood, scarf,
gloves. Well, this is it or nothing, I think.
Im a reporter, I say and tell him
about the interviews And since youre
the only man I see
to talk to me?
friends call me Sunny.
I think Im having a bad dream.
except for my mom. She calls me flashlight.
would she do that?
Im so bright.
you from, Moon. May I call you Moon?
my name, isnt it? And Im from
you mean? Brooklyn, New York.
else you gonna find a Brooklyn!
a smart ass, huh?
Not just my ass. All of mes smart. I
got enough smarts in my little toe
So what do you do?
losing my patience. What do you do
at Prospect Park; go to LIU, Zeckendorf Campus.
much what I said, isnt it.
cant major in higher learning!
I can get pretty high at Zeckendorf.
You mean drugs?
crazy, man! Im not a druggie.
whats this bit about getting high?
main building is tall. I try to take my classes
at the top.
I asked sarcastically. And why do you do
man. Mom always said I needed a higher education!
your higher learning.
card, are you?
card. A Planetoid.
really your name?
really your business?
then, how old are you?
youre in college.
around in the solar system circling all those
galaxies took a lot of years!
think youre pretty funny, dont you?
dont think I am. I know I am.
By now my
teeth sounded like Mexican castanets. I slipped
my notebook into my pocket and abruptly took off
down the street.
I turned back.
this gonna be in the paper? I want to tell Mom.
bother to answer.