And There He Was

And here I am on a hot July day, walking into a Grassroot Pub in Lower Manhattan. I stop in the middle of the tiny dark bar relieved from the hot bright sun outside. I smile to myself and turn to the sound of the jukebox as if expecting that a singer was standing there. I start swaying my head gently to the melody of "Wonderful Tonight". I love that song. 

My tired friend frowned at my wish to dance with me, " Just ask someone else!"

So I look around. And there he is. This guy with wild long hair and the smile of someone you know is good. His head, I think, is swaying, too. And so here I go and lucky me!  This guy took pity on my desire to dance in the middle of a hot late afternoon. 

And what comes next shows life being the most ingenious storyteller: Who would ever believe that this guy I came upon in the middle of New York City happens to be Czech? 🌺🌺

And so, I, the twenty-something old wide-eyed newcomer to this wondrous land, struck the biggest luck of my life.

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 It has been thirty-three years ago to this day we cheered on the San Diego beach to our love, with the marriage certificate in our pocket. 

Just he and she, two strangers to this amazing land,  sipping cheap champagne at the threshold of a story of their life. She, in a white polk-and-dot dress from TJMaxx, and he in off-white baggy pants borrowed from her. Their rings came from a swap meet, the cat gold for $0.99,  and the bouquet from a gay couple's flower shop who gifted it to them upon knowing the occasion.

Sounds like a shady B film, but that is exactly how it went.

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Here is a reprise of a poem  I wrote for this guy some time ago. This site should be all about culture, but there are exceptions to any rule.

Thank you so much for reading, I appreciate your interest! it was written for you, and — "that guy”!

♥️

Manhattan Dance

I met him at Lower East Manhattan

on a sweltering hot summer day

I was a lonely traveler then

Witnessing and living all of the sensations

of this happy new world:

Just like my first day

the beauty of endless choice of bagels

and fruit parfaits

in Queens’ Deli on Astoria Ave

or

the sweet smell of something

they called Kentucky Fried Chicken

or

the daily rides in the stuffy hot subway

where I am

one of them

one of the world

freely going from place A to place B

already

accepted by Ellis Island clerks as much as I was concerned

And before I know it

I am swaying in his arms

dancing to juke box

in St. Mark’s Place in the Grassroot bar

to Eric Clapton’s story

about wonderful tonight

And I notice right there

what a noble person my partner is

even though

I know next to nothing about him-

His calloused hands

His careful choice of words

His patriotism – the latter and the acquired

His concerns

And right then I am swept over the ocean

back to my old country

only to come back

six months later on

the Fourth of July

And here at JF Kennedy is my partner

the one from my first Manhattan dance

shy, fidgeting with his keys in his hand

smiling

in Canadian shirt, blue soccer shorts

and white Italian tennis shoes

that carried him from the familiar there to the unknown here

And before I know it

I sit next to him

In his white Ford 150

Listening to his soft voice

sharing his fortunes and misfortunes

his yesterday’s and tomorrow’s

And again

I know right here

That this kind young man who was willing to dance with me

My first Manhattan dance

is endlessly good

And something changes the way

I look at him

I start assessing all of his moves and words and looks

checking whether I agree with it:

I start judging as if he were on

Behavior observation

A test

That he better passes

Because

I am happily losing my head

For this soft-spoken easy-going guy

And yes

He passes and surpasses all of my secret tests

I devise day and night

Just to be sure

That it might be true after all

That there are such men:

believing in hard work

going around life without ever cheating anyone

and possessing the right amount of modesty

I am charmed by humble hard-working men

as this one

With his wealth of stories about this old good world

And wealth of wisdom about every day traps

Most of all though

This gentle young man

With wild long hair

Abounds with wonderful sense

Of the ancient companionship

With all of the iron rules

That are not to be broken

Not to mention

That he plays guitar

And it is something

I like to pretend

That I require of “my ”men

without exceptions

Life can get difficult

And a song scares the ugliness away

And I need one more voice

To scream over it

to win

And yes

he got somewhere in universe

the courage

for decision that

I may

just like that

fit his vision

of his woman

And he quickly shared it with me

in his beautiful discreet way

To my surprise

And everlasting happiness

So

Ever since

that man with hazelnut eyes

Has been the one

knowing every secret I have

And yes

Here we are today

On a sunny Sunday

Days and weeks and years later

And yet again I wonder

About the lucky star

Shining brightly

Above old good Chicago

Where I almost lost all of my wits

By realizing

That I became the chosen one

for my first Manhattan dance partner

Such a luck

deserves

to be celebrated every day

And so we do

By sharing and living

Our well kept secret

Mainly by dancing

With a smile and vigor

On sandy beaches

forest paths or hot city sidewalks

I see it

as quite a dance

2025 Mammoth, trying a new song!