The Mecca of Mayhem: Looking from the Outside In

Fulton Street Fish Market, Manhattan.

By Delbert H. Rhodes

The day is bright almost crystal. The tall buildings are fine artists angling the sunlight into shadowy caricatures. In some places the images form crosses glorifying the view. The tones of traffic crisscrossing the streets avenues, and bridges are as grand orchestras directed by the Maestro. Horn blasts and screeching tires resound creating a chromatic synchrony of sounds.

Engines roar while vehicles of different sizes, and shapes cooperate and even compete for their rightful places on the streets. Pedestrians and bicyclers too share the traverse; the stream never ends as the mother of all cities watches, and wishes her beloved children a safe and uneventful travel. New York is a great place, and none could be better than this mecca of mayhem. Surely, from the skies the scene appears as a giant snake wrapping itself around the island, and its head and tail converging miles away.

Yes, the mecca of mayhem; however, this is not a negative description because in my way of thinking, and looking from the outside in, here, the confusion is a blessing. Everything anyone could ever want, hope, or care for is available. Culture not only lives here; but and seemingly, was and is born here. New York is the sweet mother ever pregnant with new birth, and forever swelling with the dreams of her wonderful, sometimes wrongful and beautifully delightful children. Okay, I cannot claim the coining of the next string, but “I love New York!”

Many have written, sung, and dreamed of this city. As are other great cities, New York is sticky with allure. She is the reason for local, national, and international migration to this part of the country. People venture here for work and needs of family, but mostly for the Arts. Yes, for the glory of “The Great White Way,” embellishing the theatres, songs and dance; moreover, for photography, and sculpture and architecture. A vast metropolis of mega minds flourish in this pool of pleasantry.

Caution; this city has its hot spots; New York is a dangerous place to the unwary. Walking the streets of this sweet lady a person must know her secrets her shadows her deceptions. These prevail in the wake of day and in the neon of nighttime. She is a cruel mother to the careless child. Therefore, BEWARE. Naturally, one has to be vigilant in any city or any town, but this is “our town” so lets have fun. Walking or driving through New York the senses become intoxicated by the sounds the smells the sights.

The eyes and ears adorn with the aromas of various foods, the tall buildings, and glistening signage and oh yes, the music. On the next corner, someone is performing a song, playing makeshift drums, or acting out a pantomime. Let us never forget the street vendors. These days this group has greatly declined, and that is because of a certain city proclamation enacted some years ago; but and thankfully, many remain and are once more populating the streets.

The old arcades were superb. I recall the shooting gallery up in Harlem and on 125th Street. Wow! Those were the days. The vendors are a keystone to the city, and in many ways, and for generations they are the heart and backbone of New York.

Hey, have you ever stayed in one the local hotels? Well if not then you should. Some of the greatest and grandest are within walking distance. New York is a commercial causeway. The many hotels banks museums restaurants libraries line the landscape. To her great misfortune, the city is the infamous site of “Ground Zero,” the strike zone of 911. Soon, the newly reconstructed World Trade Center stands in memory as the renewed, and renowned Ground Zero.

Then there are the parks the Financial District and the South Street Seaport (which includes the former Fulton Fish Market). Simply incredible. If you enjoy shopping for clothing then I suggest strolling over to Delancey Street, on Manhattan’s Lower East Side. Now here is the skinny, if you care to make purchases at a bargain rate then you must be a haggler. You know, you must be adept at encouraging the vendors to reduce the cost of goods.

Delancey Street, Bowery, Manhattan, New York City.
Delancey Street, Bowery, Manhattan, New York City

Never worry, these guys expect it, and are willing to and even enjoy the haggle. Heck, in many ways they created it. Yeah, various locations in New York sell fine clothing and shoes, but Delancey Street is well-known, historic. People from across town the states and even the country come into the city to shop there. Check it out.

Central Park (The Park as referred to by locals) is the most notable of all the parks. Over in the Village, Washington Square Park is my favorite hangout. Often after a few hours of mingling with folks, I wonder over to The Chess Mart on Sullivan Street. I am not a highly ranked player, but I can sometimes hold my own.

The Chess Mart hosts individuals representing advanced ranking to them ranking closer to my level of beginner. Once, a nine-year old Mated me in about five moves; another guy waiting to play attempts to comfort me. “Don’t feel bad, she’s a Master. See that little girl over there, that’s her little sister, she’s a Master too.” The younger sister was whipping a guy who was much older than me.

For shows on the grass, however, Central Park is the place. Many times, and during the summer and into the early fall, I have enjoyed great live performances. Another site is the Intrepid over on the West Side Highway.

Many years ago, and during the seventies, a friend and I visited the ship to enjoy the songs of a favorite Latin Jazz star, Flora Purim. Flora recorded with many of my old favorites such as Chick Corea, Dizzy Gillespie and Santana to name a few. Simply sensational. Of course, the many clubs throughout the city, and especially the Village serve to meet and excite the tastes of any palate.

If you savor various tastes in music poetry and storytelling, New York is a huge haven. Back in the day, I recall sitting in one particular club where after a reading finger snapping highlighted approval. Clicking either said “great!” or “not so good.” Today, and possibly, sites of this type remain tucked away behind the stones of the city.

My friends if you enjoy the sciences why not visit the Hayden Planetarium. You will find it on Central Park West. I have wonderful memories as a child in grade school; I loved the star shows. The entire ceiling brilliantly swells with stars and planets. My mind sizzled with mystery.

Would you care to see the latest movie? Venture over to Forty-Second Street and feast your eyes. Theaters along the venue, or those in the surrounding areas offer almost every movie available to the viewing public. In my youth, a weekend rarely bypassed without me strolling, and taking in a show and often all night. These days I see a movie (or a play) occasionally.

Regarding great shows, I highly recommend Madison Square Garden Radio City Music Hall, and for lovers of the Classics, Lincoln Center of the Performing Arts. These (all) are here in town, and reachable by foot or you may choose any of the city’s mass transit systems.

You say that you have a taste for the wild and love animals. Great! Venture out-of-town and into the Bronx, New York. The Bronx Zoo offers both animals and humans the opportunity to have a closer look. The trip and adventure are well worth your time. Manhattan and, every borough of the city offer wonderful opportunities for them residing within the communities and others from out-of-town. New York is not only a great place to live; but possibly, even a greater place to visit.

My friends, duty calls and I must return to the office. I have enjoyed the chat. Be well and enjoy the great City Of New York.


Copyright © 2012-2014 Delbert H. Rhodes

For the Sake of Love: The Mimesis of Murder

Red Ink

By: Delbert H. Rhodes


The days and nights are witnesses to his anguish. Surely, any ever realizing a truth understand him. Today, Timothy Nolan Stealth feels overcome. He has a choice to make, a choice he may never out live.

A Wall Street Tycoon, Tim, known throughout the world for his spearheading expertise and financial prowess, falls in love. The woman of his fancy, a well-known television reporter named Marcy Peacock, attracts the man like no other. Even before his marriage to wife, Judy the man has never fallen this far.

Marcy is a lovely and intelligent woman a great reporter and wonderful mother of five children. She lives in the City and is attentively outstanding as both mother and professional. Then, one day while on assignment, she and Tim lock eyes. Yes, and so starts the illustrious affair.

Tim, the brain and brawn of a financial empire, loves his wife and family; but and though (seemingly) none could challenge this love, still, he is a man, and a man who (now) loves another woman.

Often Tim and Marz, as he lovingly calls her, meet in a downtown hotel. Surely, no one would expect to find him there. The place has no five star credentials; any person might use it, yes, and certainly not a person of his status. The sweethearts meet at night, reducing the chance of recognition. After all this is a matter of indiscretion. The hotel appears to be safe from exposure, Tim is confident about his choice.

The affair is commencing well, and then the unthinkable happens. During a walk through the hotel’s Lobby, Tim and Marz are recognized. The observer, a Wall Street Broker, and shocked by what he witnesses, decides to become a lookout. Sure enough, Timothy Stealth and Marcy Peacock frequent the hotel, and more than twice weekly. The Broker, ever on the cutting edge of ‘network news,’ and not to mention personal gain, telephones a local Reporter.

Imagine the faces of Marcy and Timothy when seeing the Front Page of a morning newspaper. The news sweeps Wall Street and Reporters are on a feeding frenzy. Timothy and Marcy are devastated.

Well that occurred three months ago, and now what of his marriage and then what of Marz. Additionally, and then there are the effects on the Market. Doubtless, stock prices are soaring downward as he thinks. News of this type causes investors to run like frighten rats. Tim needs a quick fix and fast.

On the other side of town, Marcy is not enjoying her day. The woman worries about family job and reputation. Some would offer, and from the first, she should have chosen morality over infidelity. This is true and for both individuals; strange how getting caught manifests clarity. Still, what is a woman to do?

Tim’s Secretary buzzes him, informing of a call from a TBBN Reporter. Taking the call, he and Marz agree to meet somewhere to talk about things. Unknown to the lovely lady ‘things’ are exactly what Tim is considering. The man has a dark side; it is soon to highlight the night. Tim would end this unwanted escapade. His family and business must not suffer, yes, and even for the sake of love. After all, love is an intangible; therefore, expendable.

English: FOX News Channel newsroom

Cunningly, Tim cultivates the plan; the diabolical deed begins to swell. Killing is not easy, and Timothy Nolan Stealth is not a killer. On the other hand, is he?

The Question: Why would the successful tycoon intellectual type feel the need to take a life? Why not (simply) say goodbye to indiscretion. After making the apologies and begging her forgiveness, perhaps the wife would let bygones be bygones. Of course, the lady could leave him sue for divorce and strip the fool of all he is worth. Okay, but then, things could work out for the guy. Maybe, but killing someone he says he loves, and for the sake of selfishness, is outrageous, heinous, and criminal. In addition, how is murder to benefit the market or his investors?

The Arm Chair: (The) Professional Thinkers: Would it be possible to exact the pathways to unwrap the complexities of the human mind in order that we are able to and with astute accuracy and truth postulate the standing question: “Why would a man who neither has committed a crime nor has history of violence suddenly become a violent criminal?” That is to say, to consider the unadulterated and the adulterate as one element. Possibly, the venture would only evidence mere speculation; therefore, fallible to the erroneous, and as such would be inconclusive. Indeed.

These and other rational thoughts hit the mark and make absolute sense. Nevertheless, here, we have little desire for speculation, or armchair theorems. We need absolutisms. There is but one definite, and that is, for the sake of love or selfishness, someone is going to die.

Moreover, at another juncture in his life, for Timothy Nolan Stealth the sensible would have sufficed. For reasons unknown Tim has developed a taste for the horrible, a sick flavor rots at the rear of his tongue, and he likes it! Unfortunately, for Marcy Peacock, the day dawns a new light, and its hue is deeply dark.

On the far corner sits the restaurant at which the lovers are to meet. A dark moon brightens the night while aimless clouds thread the tapestry. In the distance, the occasional shooting star graces the skies. Such a night is the best for the favorite place with the favorite person. This night has a ghoulish thirst, and its bloody flavor is sweet.

The meal and drinks were divine and to complete a wonderful setting the lovers agree to stroll by the seaside. ‘Frisco is lovely this time of year and the waterways are splendid. The crystal light reflecting the tidal pools is romantic. Rather than take the usual path, however, Tim diverts to a woody region, and luckily, no one is around. Shortly, the lovers disappear from the public eye, and then flirtatiously Marz relaxes near a tree.

The cool moist air feels wonderful, lubricating Marcy’s nostrils while passing into her lungs. The air’s freshness provides a sweet taste of lust. Marcy inhales deeply she loves the feeling as her lungs swell with oxygen. A gusty wind plays in her blond hair. Deliciously dilated, the wide-eyed woman asks, “Tim, do you like me “air brushed?” Quickly almost sexually, the wind searches beneath Marcy’s dress, the tender touch of cool fingertips feels sweetly warm.

This woman is beautiful, her stylish hair deep blue eyes and shapely lips are what every man wants in his mate. Marcy works out at a local gym; she has the body of a dancer, with sumptuously sculpted breasts. Coursing her well-formed legs and curvy hips, the worn aging creases in an old pair of blue jeans appear as artful caresses. The lady is quite the catch. Any other time, Tim would be on the make, and seduced by the seeds of love. Tonight the demon seed seduces him gorges him, brings him rapture.

Staring sincerely into her eyes, Tim takes Marz in his arms, deeply kissing her. Tenderly turning her she swoons while falling against him. The woman has no idea that this passionate moment is to be her last. She also does not know of the hidden hammer at the small of Tim’s back. Shamelessly even sinfully, Marz strokes her warm tummy with one of Tim’s hands. Her hot wet lips hunger for kissing, “I love you.”

With a deceptive smile, Tim appears to embrace the mood. ‘I love you’ is somewhat misplaced, he thinks. For, stalking the shadows of Tim’s malevolent mind, is the mimesis of murder. Acutely listening for the sounds of others, Tim, and with the skills of a soldier on point, feels the night. With chill in his veins, the brute removes the hammer from its hiding place.

Marz, delightfully distracted, fails to notice Tim’s icy stare. Then suddenly and before she realizes the terror, the woman falls limply to the ground. Beneath her head, a trail of dark red blood begins to pool; standing over Marcy Peacock’s lifeless body, the man who loved her stares down at her. (Tim tosses the hammer into the bushes.)

Turning away and without one look over his shoulder, grimly, Timothy Nolan Stealth feels a strong sense of joy, (yes) and even pride.

Copyright 2012 Delbert H. Rhodes