I often regret going into Manhattan, unless I'm heading to Harlem.  The city can be rather alien at times, whereas Brooklyn's the planet I know best.  This morning I went to the garden, admired the magnolias, then stopped at the central branch of the BPL to get some books I need for the poetry workshops they've asked me to lead next week.  Then I got on the train and headed to Stuff for the Teen Age at the central branch of the NYPL.  Sometimes when I see what passes for "normal" for others, ...