Blind Man’s Bluff

The train gets more and more interesting every time I take it.

I’m on my way home nice and cozy sprawled in a seat, when an elderly, blind Black man gets on at 42nd Street.

I immediately get up to let him sit down, but just as I do, the train jerks making me fall right into him. “I’m so sorry,” I say, “I wanted to help you, and now you’re helping me.”

He had grabbed my arm as I came crashing down.

“Would you like to sit?”

“I’m okay, don’t need to” he said, flashing a mouthful of pearly white teeth.

Turns out we were in for a magic show, and did he have everyone’s attention.  He pulls a hankie out of mid air, turns a belt into a cane and yanks 6 feet of multicolored fabric out of the sleeve of his worn out, black tuxedo jacket.

If he pulls a rabbit out of his hat, that’s it, I’m his manager.

He doesn’t, but it’s mighty impressive just the same, especially when he passes his silver bucket and the whole car, except for me, fills it with dollars and cents.

Now at my stop, sorry to have no cash I whisper to him, “You don’t take Visa, do ya?”

He laughs.

“No, but I’m workin on it.”

I kiss him on the cheek.   images-2

SB

 

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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25 Responses to Blind Man’s Bluff

  1. A blind magician? Where else are you going to see that show … seriously? The train is indeed an adventure!

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  2. micklively says:

    I can’t get my head around that at all. Prestidigitation is such a visual art. How can a blind man do it? And how can he feel motivated, when he can’t appreciate the result? It’s like a deaf musician: makes no sense to me.

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  3. skinnyuz2b says:

    Now THAT is magic! If you were wearing loafers you could have taken the coins out. Anyone under 60 might not know what I mean.

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  4. Elle Knowles says:

    Aww! Sweet post Susannah. He seemed to be very resourceful with his handicap making light of it and perserveering non-the-less! Wonderful story. And don’t be surprised when one day that Visa card can be used in such ways. ~Elle

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  5. MJ says:

    Another gem of a vignette in your cache of NY stories, Susannah! It’s funny, I hadn’t given much thought to the magician’s blindness until reading some of the comments here. There are degrees of impairment, and it’s possible to be legally blind without being sightless. I’m thinking this ebony Houdini may have been blind in the way Beethoven was deaf when he composed the 9th Symphony, and the result was a magical Ode to Joy.

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  6. Remarkable, where else, but in New York!

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  7. That’s one thing about living in the city: there are so many kinds of people and so much more energy, good and bad. Not only is there no public transportation here but it’s much, much sleepier too. Very entertaining.

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