a few weeks ago, an ordinary manhattan subway station had a half dozen, machine gun toting, stocky, paramilitary types with fingers poised near the triggers.
They were yuckin’ it up while their german shepherd yawned, as if they were at the water cooler during a swat team exercise break.
the only purpose served that i could figure was to give the public a good old wink that they are on the case of global terrorism in a very local way.
but instead of feeling glad, i felt sad.
and the next day and the days following, when they were no longer there, i felt had.