The Cure For Peter Michael Smith

Just as I was about to write, "Its unusually quiet", I hear the 3 second taxi horn. New York surprises you sometimes with brief moments of calmness. I presume even Gotham , the city that never sleeps, needs a moment to exhale.

Aunt Flo is like a Mother-in-Law. Some get sick when she visits and others get sensitive. Well, I get the latter (not as optimist), which means Flo is near, like on 60th and 7th Ave, honking the whole way. A couple of hours ago, I NEEDED that Gotham type exhale, but Auntie Flo would not take her hand off the dang horn for me to catch a breath.

THE PERFECT TIMING OF A FRIEND:
1. At that very instant, I got a facebook notification informing me that Anshuman's (HS friend) girlfriend, Ana, accepted my friendship. With my friend request, I gave her props on her choice of music, Sounds of Blackness. Almost immediately, I received another FB notification: wall post. It read, "Hold On!! Change is Coming." The timing could not have been more perfect. My response was similar to that of my cousin witnessing the freedom of Willie. I wanted to belt out the lyrics, but I sing slightly better than Heidi Pratt. So, I went to the bathroom and started to hum, "Here's my secret, when I wanna cry, I take a look around and I see that I'm getting by and I hold on. A change is coming. Hold on. Don't worry about a thang."

Flo backs off the horn, but an hour after as I contemplate about things....hoooooonnnkkk. Ole Aunt Flo must have seen Ronnie Harris' video and started taking her Re-new You vitamins, because I promise she was already on 33rd.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ufx1PRwRV5U&feature=youtube_gdata


2. Ring, ring. I quickly answer my cell because Marcia is sleep. "Hey girl!" It's Michole, one of my best friends from college. I was so glad to hear her voice. She called to share a funny story. Usually, I would have been like "Oh no!" She's like me in that respect (and a little like Marcia), thinking we're funny, but in actuality, we're the only ones amused (Eventually, we get laughs. They may be laughing at us, amused we're cracking up, but laughs none the less)! However, Michole's story was hilarious. I laughed so hard, completely drowned out Aunt Flo's annoying horn. (When I tried to hide from one friend, HE sent two others, one for each ear). For the next 3.5 minutes, we enjoyed the sound of our laughter.

Did I just find the cure for Flo's brother, Pete Michael Smith?


As I smile writing this, I realize the real horns actually stopped! Another Gotham exhale this soon?. It's been almost a month and Marcia and I only witnessed one. The only noise are my fingers clicking against the keyboard and the air condition. I stop typing and enjoy.




It's been 45mins and still silent. Amazing! New York may not sleep , but does it naps?