Stevie b sports windows#
It was still too chilly here in Hobohemia, NJ, to open our respective windows and engage in a haphazardly hollered across-the-street conversation. Eventually, as our shared nods and etcetera salutations progressed, we wordlessly began to move our windowed relationship up to the next level. But my, my, my…how quickly things began to progress and escalate, then go out of control.įrom the looks, nods, toasts, waves, and smiles our windowed relationship blossomed. It’s all innocent enough, isn’t it? Well, I thought so. Since then whenever we noticed each other from across the street we nod to one another, exchange a long-distance toast with whatever drink we have at hand at that time, wave, and then smile. What possessed me that fateful day maybe I’ll never know, but what’s done is done. During that time neither of us had ever made the slightest effort of confirming to one another that the other one even existed.
For the last several months or so, from across the street, we had seen each other at our window-adjacent desks doing whatever it is we each did throughout the day. And I’ll admit, I had snuck a few furtive glances her way as I worked away each day by my window. I thought that on several occasions I had caught this woman looking over at me via my building’s third-story window through her building’s third-story window. Here is where it may be best to give you some background as to what transpired prior to this windowed encounter. My neighbor saw the nod, spotted my subtle caffeinated salute, the weak wave, and then responded with a slight smile in return, along with an equally washed-out wave. She had shifted her gaze from whatever she was doing at the exact moment I had arrived at the window in front of my desk when I made my reappearance from the microwave in the other room with the hot coffee. She was sitting next to her window where she was either doing her Monday through Friday, 9-5 office job from home, or perhaps just communicating with other isolated family or friends, or at least so I imagined, as I had seen her do for the last 250 some days-or-so of our mandated housebound self-quarantine.
Sure, the simple act of a nod of recognition, the lamely celebratory raising of the coffee mug I held in my right hand, and a wan wave of hello with my left, I mean, what could possibly go wrong with doing that?
So, fast-forward to 2020 while in the midst of a Coronavirus lockdown, as I returned to my desk with my microwave reheated mug of coffee, I did something I probably shouldn’t have done I acknowledged with a nod and two other gestures the presence of a neighbor from across the street. After the end of my 3 rd marriage, I promised myself I’d never get caught up in another emotionally intimate relationship with anyone ever again. He wasn’t sure on the date but thinks the original owners opened shop in either 2006 or 2008.OK. Blvd., Suite B, with a partner in 2013 and then became its sole owner the following year. Tucker took ownership of the restaurant at 175 Tom Hill Sr. I was trying to help everyone else out: landlord, employees, trying to pay bills and. It wasn’t feasible to run a business like that. “But with that only being used probably for about three months and using that during extremely slow times and then going into still a slower climate. Tucker received assistance from the government with a Paycheck Protection Program loan, but he said it wasn’t enough to turn things around. But with sales being so low and out of the ordinary from the past years, and it being in the COVID economic climate, we just couldn’t run those costs well. “We have to put so much out there to be the buffet.
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