Having spent a few months in the Rose Hill section of the Bronx, I think I'm getting a feel for the area, or the 'barrio' as I'm sure more people would call it. How can I best describe a typical experience? Well:
I go into the Rx to fill a prescription (I've only just begun to understand the wonderful world of prescribed medication – honestly why did I wait so long?) and a little hispanic kid points to me and says:
“Mami, look – dee White Man!”
I took it as a compliment.
Equally as amusing was another misadventure I encountered on my way back from the bodega, where I get a coffee for one dollar. Which is pretty cheap, no?
The Metro-North station's second stop is the Fordham one. So naturally you have a bunch of vagrants at all times….carrying canes and limping…unshaven and bleak dark dismal angry dispositions…anyway
I am stopped at a stoplight. Man comes up to me and asks me for money for the train.
Naturally, I would refuse to talk to this guy. But I'm at a red light, and somewhat cornered by him. So I give him the time: “Sorry guy, don't got it”
To which the guy starts telling me about his troubles. Apparently he had 10,000 dollars of crack waiting for him in Connecticut, and he just took a train from VA to get there, but now he's out of money, and could I please help him?
“No, but good luck”. I wish him all the best. hahah reminds me of Tyrone Biggins from Dave Chappelle.
“CRACK ITS SO EASY!”
But back to the Bronx. In short, I would say it's more like Queens than Brooklyn. But really more like Jersey City, or Weehawken. I'm not sure how to describe it. It's definitely the city; Fordham's main campus, Rose Hill, is adjacent to the New York Botanical Gardens. Of which I have yet to visit. Too busy with work.
Not that you care, but I do about an hour of independent Latin study a day. And a weekly Medieval Latin reading group too boot. Plus my classes; I am taking 10 credits and I've never worked so hard academically in my life. Theology is TOUGH. I just don't have the head for it. At least Augustinian scholarship…I definitely find myself asking more historical questions.
I'm sure I'm boring you with this.. I'm even boring myself here.
I do need to get out. I just can't bring myself to do it. I feel too guilty that I have work to do. And by that, I mean it in a much larger sense. Not just of the semester. But that I spent a year off from academia, and I'm just playing catch up all the time. It reminds me truly of a quote from Augustine, albeit one would have to interpret it differently. The quote is in relation to God, (Augustine had just recently converted to Christianity):
“Too late have I loved thee, oh Beauty, so ancient and so new, too late have I loved thee” – Confessions
It's really a beautiful quote isn't it? I, of course, don't feel that way about God, but rather, adopt it to fit into my love for the Humanities.
Meaning that I'll never have enough to time to learn and appreciate everything that I want to.
But we can make progress! And on that note, I will leave you with my pictures and return to reading some legal documents on Roman North Africa.
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Take care.