Mi Nidito

“‘Mi Nidito’ is the best Mexican food in town,” the gringo from Westchester County says to me. He moved here around the same time Clinton did to Harlem. We reach no consensus. How about the obvious black flight that has taken place in Manhattan since Bloomberg bogarted his way to a third term? http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/11/05/michael-bloomberg-legacy_n_4222046.html  He offers an virtually inaudible demurrer perhaps because he’s from the suburbs I later, silently muse.

While eating hand thrown bowls of over priced soup so that someone could have a bowl of SpaghettiOs, the conversation turns. Isn’t it odd that a public figure who was shot by a mentally deranged gunman would still be pro-gun? “Well, they tried it in other countries but it didn’t work.” Excuse me? “We have a friend from Australia and he said it just increased crime there.” http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/worldviews/wp/2012/12/14/schoo-shooting-how-do-u-s-gun-homicides-compare-with-the-rest-of-the-world/ “Gun violence?” I manage to vocalize knowing damn well she did not know what she was talking about and she knew that I knew so refused to respond.

“Where’re you from?” the Trader Joe’s clerk casually asks me. “Here, where are you from?” I shoot back knowing who the interloper truly is.