2008-04-16 - 9:48 a.m.
One of the joys of waiting til the last minute to do taxes is going up to the 24-hour main P.O. near Penn Station/MSG to mail everything in.
Even on ordinary days, that building stirs something in me, in all its majestic splendor and the "Neither snow, nor rain..." pledge emblazoned along the top. But on April 15 it really comes alive.
There are the throngs of late filers who are literally filling out their forms while standing on line to mail them, sweating the sweat of Las Vegas slot machine players.
The beautiful spring weather added to the giddy circus atmosphere, and made me feel, if not proud to be a slacker exactly, then at least in good company.
For no good reason, I am listening to Robin Trower's Bridge of Sighs this morning and really enjoying it.
What is wrong with me?
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