There is no situation in which a Mets game, a Mets jacket and a dense sandwich won’t make me feel at home. This tableau was captured after the Dean Friedman show [1] in Piermont and amid some serious chewing. We’re waiting for the bus back to the city; the bus schedule has an improv feel to it on a Sunday, which is to say I believe Rockland Coaches makes it up as they go along. We’ve rushed back to this bench, eschewing a leisurely supper in favor of a takeout wrap from the Community Market [2], because we believe our ride is arriving ASAP. It is not.
But what the hell? Stephanie spent part of her childhood in this adorable Hudson River town, so she’s content to take pictures for a few minutes, and me, I’ve got Howie and Wayne informing me that various ground balls are eluding Diamondback gloves in the top of the ninth. Plus at least we’ve got that sandwich to look forward to.
Bus came. Mets won. All good.