After the AM rush hour, New York falls into the peaceful lull of the local. Traffic dies down, kids play handball, parents stroll infants, grill cooks sit on stoops and take it easy before lunch. Pairs of old men in high pants laze in lawn chairs on the sidewalk and wait expectantly for anything even marginally remarkable, although Bensonhurst, Brooklyn at 10:15 in the morning won’t usually surprise you. It’s actually brutally routine. No one really visits except delivery vehicles and people picking up U-Hauls from the lot on New Utrecht and 68th. It’s an excellent, low-stress time to hear the texture of dirty truck engines mingling with conversations about parenting.
This recording was made walking in a semi-circle around a handball court, away from the street and toward two mothers.