Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Breaking The Silence

The Bronx was quiet this morning.

The guys around Juan Carlos’s coffee cart didn’t have much to say.

Only breakfast orders were being shouted at the Crown Diner: “Two eggs scrambled, crispy home fries and whiskey down.”

Even the 2 train rolled quietly under the Harlem River and down the Westside of Manhattan.

Javier, who was slouched in the back corner of the last car, finally put down his newspaper and broke the silence.

“We took a beating last night,” he said. “Everyone takes a beating once in a while and it always knocks the wind out of you. We just need to take a deep breath and know that that the Yankees will come out ready to play tonight.”


JoeyBoy said...

Let’s nip this losing streak in the bud…

Olivia said...

Whiskey for breakfast?

Donna said...

“Whiskey down” is diner talk for rye toast. White, wheat, rye all sound alike when a waitress is yelling an order to a cook. Believe me. I’ve been there.

Olivia said...

Thanks for the education, Donna. I spend too much time at Denny’s and Outback. The suburbs are so boring.

JoeyBoy said...

I have whiskey for breakfast sometimes.