Tom & Alissa

I cross the Manhattan Bridge on the D train every day; today, in the sunlight, with two bags balanced between my legs, I half-twisted to look out the window at Chinatown and read the graffiti for the first time:

CHINATWON

I transfer trains one stop from home; a very tan and tall man gestured enough to distract me from the Coldplay in my ears and signal that I could have his seat. I declined since I was nearly home, but smiled and thanked him. His shirt read:

THE BIG CHEESE