f'ed ex...

for anyone lucky enough to receive a package, or a letter of such import that the standard mail just wont cut it, you know well the beauty of services such as ups and fed-ex. the real beauty of these services is that if you are not home during THEIR hours of operations, which tend to be the hours of everyone else's operation as well, you are told that your precious belongings will be held securely for you for 36 hours or so, at their headquarters. interestingly enough, their headquarters tend to be in industrial areas where used condoms, rabid dogs, and spare syringes are abundant.

i was blessed with the gift of visiting said establishment located in the exotic location of the south bronx just this week. now, finding my proverbial pot of gold, or pay check as the case may be, was worth the journey. but that is what this was, a journey, taking me nearly 2 hours to get an 8 by 11 envelope.

in the spirit of keeping my "travel log" i documented my sojourn to no man's land as a single, solitary white girl traversing the world, one ghetto as a time.

um, did i mention i also ran into a dude i used to date before boarding the 6 train toward manhattan? seriously, in a city of 8 million people, how is this not at all rare, but a fairly standard occurrence for me?

anyway, here was my trip:








august 2010