Adventures in Astoria

Ok. Here’s the story. I was back in Astoria, but instead of heading straight home, I was on my way to the post office a few blocks beyond my street on Broadway. At the corner of Crescent and Broadway, I saw an old man fall. I went to help him up and another nearby gal helped as well. He had cut his hand rather badly and definitely needed stitches. Read MoreOf course, he only knew Greek. We tried to flag down a Greek-speaker, but couldn’t find one. We ushered him across the street to the pharmacy to get something for the moment and ask where to go. Fortunately they spoke Greek, but he ended up just arguing with them. They told us that there was a hospital two avenues away.
It turns out that the other gal was on the crew for a movie that was filming at that street corner. We asked the police officer assigned to the shoot about the gentleman, but he said it would take hours to get an ambulance and we’re better off walking him to the hospital. So we did.

Six blocks is much father with a senile old man on your arm. (Well, I was holding his arm, but also to keep his hand up.) He was a tiny man, but what a mule. We got to the hospital, but it was swarming and busy. We kept having to ask him to sit back down, because I think he kept forgetting what was happening. It took a nurse a while to track down Read Morean interpreter, but once she did, we were free to go.

On my way home, I stopped back in the pharmacy to let them know we made it to the hospital. The pharmacist told me the man’s name was Porthos (ha!) He’s a fellow form the neighborhood, I guess. Anyway, that was my trip home. (Yes, I did stop at the post office after it all.)


  1. Brian says:

    If you’d known on your way to the hospital, you could have renamed yourselves Athos and Aramis. You know, get your swashbuckle on.

  2. Unfortunately I didn’t his name until after we had dropped him off and parted ways. But I got a real kick out his musketeer name.

  3. Mom says:

    That was kind, but if there hadn’t been a second person, I hope you would alert the police and let them deal with the gentleman. You can never be too careful, honey!