Last weekend I took the A train up to Inwood. My mother used to live off the last stop, which made the visit feel like a return home in a happy nostalgia kind of way. It was one of the first sunny days of 2017, you know, freakish 65-degrees-after-that-massive-snow-storm day. The combination of the sun, warm memories of walking my mom's dog, the smell of budding flowers and dominican chicken; all these things made me quite happy to be alive.
I met up with Olivia who moved to the area (with my mom's endorsement) a couple years ago. I lived with Liv my final year of college, and didn't know her well before that, despite Vassar's small campus size AND despite the fact that we both grew up in NYC. We grew close and have remained tight. I think we both agree we wish we saw each other more often.
Liv is getting her Masters degree at Columbia and will be graduating in May. She has this uncanny ability to get shit done. Liv wants something, and she just does it; no frills, no attention seeking, no search for approval, she just does it. I admire her for her matter-of-fact decisiveness and how our conversations feel intimate without being gossipy.
Liv wanted some photos for applications and general use, so we walked through inwood hill park and snapped some between chatting about the last few and next few months. I have gotten really into this whole active-listening in my photography thing, so it was nice to work through it with a good friend. But also good to just catch up.
Towards the end of our walk, a helicopter began to circle above us, quickly getting closer and closer. Law and Order lovers by NYC-native design, we joked about the dead body someone must have run into, and curiously walked towards the water. With not a second to spare, a big military style NYPD truck drove past us and a man in a wet-suit stepped out.
"Have you seen anyone jump?" He asked.
We looked up at the bridge, there were cop cars and an ambulance parked, people peering over the side. The helicopter got within feet of the water so that the propellor wind created great waves in the grey-green-vomit colored hudson.
"I've been here with my husband for about an hour, no one has gone over," Someone announced.
The helicopter waves revealed nothing. The wet-suit duty detective got a code in on his radio, took a sigh of relief, and turned back around. The whole spectacle was over before it began, the helicopter circled away just as a crowd of people, iphones extended, had only begun to grow.
A false alarm.
We didn't take any more pictures in front of the water. Best leave the body discovery to Mariska Hargitay