One of the coolest things about living in the city is that you never know what or who you will see each time you leave home. I just returned from taking Ivan for a spin around the block, last pee for the evening. I was in a funky mood and found myself ruminating on my single-ness. I hate when I allow myself to get this way, but this is the way I was tonight. As I walked south on First Avenue from 74th towards 73rd Street, I noticed a cute young couple gaily walking toward me with a very adorable puggle. People with dogs always notice people with dogs. It’s not unusual for dog owners to stop and chat with each other. I’m pretty sure that’s the reason most single people in NY have dogs to begin with. It’s an excuse to be able to talk to people you don’t know. I was not in the mood to talk to a happy couple.
Campagnolas Italian Restaurant is in the middle of the block between 73rd and 74th Streets. Outside the restaurant sits a bench for people dining in Campagnola’s to use while they smoke or wait for their table. There were several people sitting on the bench. As we walked toward each other, the “love birds with puggle,” neared the bench. The folks on the bench called the dog over and began to play the pooch. The puppy owners began to laugh hysterically. The folks on the bench were puggle-petting and laughing. Everyone was just so happy. Except me. As I passed by, naturally I looked at the people, all reveling in laughter, playing with the cute pup. Sitting on the bench was Robin Williams petting the puggle! Dam it, if I had walked just 15 seconds faster it could have been Ivan.
I consoled myself with a frozen yogurt from tasti-delite and reminded Ivan that he had in the past been pet by both Paul McCartney and Brook Shields.
“To improve the golden moment of opportunity, and catch the good that is within our reach, is the great art of life.”