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Strange Days

Greg Williams, the President of CCNY resigned today.

Sunday I was standing in a NewsStand Near Bryant Park. The manager, Michael was showing me how to do the accounting and run the lottery ticket machine as I was considering working there. There was a pause in the conversation and I found myself staring out the window as someone held a wooden stick, like a mop or axe handle in front of me for a few seconds, long enough for me to think, "Wooden stick" and start to wonder "Who is holding this stick?" and "Should we duck?"--literally, a few seconds. By the time I turned my head to look at Michael, he had already been struck in the face with this stick . I turned my head back to the stick in time to see it disappear quickly. I stuck my head out but not in time to see the perp. Michael was holding his right cheek and a bright stream of blood was running out from between his fingers. He looked very shocked. I handed him a cloth to catch the blood. He handed me the phone and told me to call 911. The mop handle or whatever it was had gone completely through this cheek. There was a hole in his cheek the size of a Kennedy silver dollar. Michael told the police that he knew the guy. They wanted him to go looking for the guy with a Kennedy silver dollar sized hole in his cheek.

Now I am about to go to talk about housing theories with fifteen or twenty Future Homemakers of America. We are meant to have read Martin Heidegger's Poetry, Language, Thought and Some Comments on a Significant Detour by Aldo Van Eyck as well as Something by Le Corbusier.

I keep wondering who would do that to Michael and why.