24 January 2010

A Deli Guy Remembered



I'll be honest. I don't remember Tom, an African-American gentleman with a moustache and a baseball cap and apparently a very ingratiating manner, who sat every day outside the deli at 236 Court Street in Cobble Hill. But a lot of other people do.


Tom died recently—the circumstances are unclear—and an impromptu memorial has sprung up on the sidewalk where he used to hold court. There are flowers, candles, a couple pictures of Tom and a piece of paper, taped to the metal newsbox on which Tom would sit. On this are written many touching remembrances of the man. Many notes mention his smile and his assuring "presence." One man told me Tom would always watch his bike whenever he went in the deli. He didn't know much about Tom's origins, or where he slept at night.


3 comments:

Brooklynbee said...

He was a nice guy. My husband I used to pass by there nearly every day and he would always say hi, then we moved a few block over and weren't by as much, when I walked by once he asked where we had been and said to say hello to my husband.

Cinema High and Low said...

Ok, wasn't this guy a panhandler? His m.o. would be to park outside the deli in question and (since he didn't work there) ask for change. If you didn't give him money, he would fix you with his stare, and make you feel like you were the yuppie scum from hell if you refused.

Get real people, once you stop sugar coating everything, you can see without rosy colored glasses.

mingusal said...

And goodness knows, panhandlers don't deserve any sympathy whatsoever. Get real indeed!