The Window

I remember visiting Mott-ly a few times when he lived on Warwick street on the second floor. there was a fire escape with stairs leading directly to his living room window. I stayed the weekend one time and witnessed the Grand Central station which was Mott-lys apt. There were no less than a dozen visitors that would make the hike up those stairs to tap on his window. people would bend down to enter and treat it as the front door. It was an adventure being in high school and seeing Mott-ly be this caterer of social activity. I myself would never have had the tolerance for the revolving window of friends and acquaintances, yet Mott-ly always had the time for everyone even though you could see in his face sometimes how annoyed he was with a person. If he was busy a lot of times people would just plant themselves on his couch and stare off. I think, actually I know, just being in the company of Mott-ly would raise ones self esteem and a bit of street art cred.