They Will Lean That Way Forever
This morning, my horoscope, which usually stops inches short of Run screaming, Ta! Flee! Flee! said something unusual. I don't recall the exact words. Sort of The relationship will develop but not the way you think. I thought, 'Huh. Perhaps Cablevision will declare glasnost.' Every morning I walk to work, an older man with a beatific smile jogs past me at a good clip. This morning, he grabbed my hand and asked with a heavy accent, "We run?"
I thought he meant around the puddle in front of me, so I said, "Sure," and started running. We ran across the Albany Street Bridge, through traffic and past the vile candy-scented construction latrine. My bookbag flapped heavily across my back. The temperature was already above 70. I was not sorry to jog past the portapotty. He had a solid grip on my wrist that didn't feel threatening. I laughed because the sun was shining, because running feels so good, because it was utterly thrilling to let the antic unfold.
Tata: Why are we running?
Man: I don't speak English.
I couldn't believe my good fortune. Under the Route 18 overpass, he let go of my arm and we walked through a narrow space between traffic and a concrete barrier.
Tata: What is your language?
Man: I am from Russia. Everyone in America should study Russian. I tell everyone in Russia they should study English. What do you think of my English?
Tata: Sounds pretty good to me! I study Italian.
I stretched the truth. So sue me.
Man: At the university?
Tata: Years ago. I see you every day. Where are you -
A backhoe whirled out of a sidestreet about ten feet away. He grabbed my arm again and we ran up Albany Street. I was overjoyed. My heart raced. We stopped when he felt we are safely out of the construction zone. By then, his voice was positively operatic.
Tata: Where are you going?
Man: I lead minyon at synagogue. You know what is synagogue?
Tata: I do! And that's a beautiful one. I have to go in the other direction.
Man: What is your name?
Tata: I'm Ta.
Man: My name is the same as the first craftsman of the United States.
Tata: Your name is Paul Revere?
He did the thing that will make me cheery all day.
Man: Arnold, like Schwarzenegger!
He flexed a bicep. He took my hand and kissed it. He turned left and ran to prayers.
I turned right and skipped across four lanes of traffic because I could.
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