You never know who you’ll meet in the subway

by jamie at 11:46 am on December 18th, 2003 in Politics

I hear Mayor Bloomberg rides the rails, but I’ve never seen it. Yesterday, however, I had the surprise of my life when, at 8:30am, I ran into Brooklyn Borough President Marty Markowitz wearing a santa hat wishing commuters Season’s Greetings at the Carroll Street stop.

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I wasted no time:
“Marty, I want to be you when I grow up. Would you have 15 minutes for me to come to your office and could we talk about what I should do next?”

“Of course,” he replied, “You’d probably do a better job than me - you’re much better looking!”

HHHMMMMM. I wasn’t sure if my feminist rage should have been inflamed or not. I was a little bit flattered, but truth be told, it’s not that hard to be better looking than Marty. All in all, it was an exciting morning, the last time I had seen Marty was on the day of the black out as he stood on the Brooklyn Bridge welcoming us all home.

Here is an excerpt from the holiday card he was handing out:

Should August’s blackout be forgot
And never brought to mind.
When all the subways were kaput
And PC’s went offline.

We schlepped across the Brooklyn Bridge
‘Twas such a long, long haul.
But then we emptied out the fridge
And shared with one and all.

We showed them Brooklyn’s best that night.
So stand up tall and shout it!
Big deal, my friend! So the lights went out.
This is Brooklyn. . .
FUHGEDDABOUT IT!

Happy Holidays Brooklyn!
Borough President Marty Markowitz

Comments

  1. matt wrote:

    You want to be a middle-aged white man when you grow up? And a Dem to boot? Cohen Sr isn’t going to like the sound of this.

  2. Coolfer wrote:

    Christmas poetry really warms my heart.

  3. jamie wrote:

    i will have you know this is a non-denomenational poem as mr. markowitz is clearly a non-denomenational leader. at least we’ve got one in this country that believes in/respects the separation between church and state.

  4. information leafblower wrote:

    Brooklyn represent!

    The B to the R the O the OK
    I come from Brooklyn ’cause that’s where I stay!

    Word.

  5. foxy brown wrote:

    Lemme tell you where I grew up at
    Sip mo’, threw up at, flip coke, blew up that
    Where fake thugs got they vests shoot up at
    Brooklyn! Beef, who want that?