Saturday, December 20, 2008

An Irishman Gave Me the Finger for Christmas

Napped this afternoon and had a strange dream.

It was a spring day in the 1890s in Yorkville. I knew this when I saw isolated wood-frame houses scattered among the vacant lots along the cobblestone street lined with trees in early bloom . I rode inside a red and copper colored trolley shooting the breeze with the driver.

We passed Lexington Avenue on 79th Street headed towards Third Avenue, when an Irish gentleman dressed in his Sunday best, velvet green vest, spats, top hat, the works, decided to dart out mid-block and jog theatrically across the street in front of us. The driver paid him no mind and kept the trolley at cruising speed. This forced the gent to move faster than he intended and his feet tangled. The gentleman finished his cake walk crossing with a 360 degree turn with his arms flailing and remarkably kept his balance.

The Irishman fumed when he saw us giggling at him. He marched across his lawn to his porch and pulled a large wooden contraption down the steps and out on the grass ~ looked like the catapult that hurled the cow at the English in "Monty Python's Holy Grail."

He set the weapon up on the lawn and started cranking a handle on the side of the device. The driver and I exchanged a look, we expected, "Incoming!" Instead, after several "Crank, Crank, Cranks," a colossus wooden fist rose up with the middle finger saluting ~ the carved hand was giving us the finger. The Irishman crossed his arms and nodded knowingly.


Abbi Crutchfield said...

You DREAMED about an Irishman giving you the finger. Clearly a sign of lingering guilt for stealing me lucky charms.

Tommy Pryor said...

Abbi, dreaming of an Irishman giving me the finger is nothing but a fond Yorkville memory.

If you were walking down the avenue, and saw someone across the street you didn't like, and were too lazy to cross the street to tell them off, you flip them the bird. Then they'd flip you back and the exchange would be complete.

Merry Christmas! hosanas in the highest, Tommy