Friday, March 2, 2018 2:32 PM

Friday afternoon: At the neighborhood sha-warma joint, vats on a long table hold take-out food for the Sabbath. Large men in Yankees and Manchester United t-shirts sneak tastes of some of the food with their hands. I can't tell what any of it is or what it would cost. In the city square, a man with a boom box, fingerless gloves, and dreadlocks sings "Me and Mrs. Jones." A kumquat falls from a tree into my coffee. The coffee doesn't spill. The kumquat is delicious.