To begin with, there's that thing; that abstract quirky thing that makes you invisible. Daytime or night, the relevance of ghosts in the city can be lacking in many many ways. So if you want to be seen, forget about it. A farm house in Wisconsin would be best in that case. A small notoriety comes when the coffee shop patrons at 5th & Broadway greet me; Good Morning Alfred.... Mister Ely they say; And a curious wind visits the front door. Being a regular affords a bit more popularity than the average ghost in The Big Apple. I heart NY. By far, the most delightful ghosting occurs on Monday mornings. 0800 Eastern to be precise; when New Yorkers ~ frenzied ~ seem preoccupied with dreamy details of weekend jaunts through Central Park and cheese slices at Mama Rosarita's with the grease sliding down your arm. We truly skilled ghosts can manage to catch commuters off guard, with a well timed fright; exiting the 08:01 train lost in thought at Grand Central Station while the intermediate ghosts, recent grads of ghost school, tend to observe and learn. It's part of the Expert Ghost curriculum; required training if you want to be licensed to practice ghosting in NYC. The problem of turnstiles and subway tokens clanging louder than you. That's the thing with New York; you can barely be heard over the commotion; much less seen. So if being heard is your thing... A basement gallery in Lisbon would do nicely; In winter I suppose. An upshot of the gig though is this.... ghosts in Manhattan never get bored; we're too busy competing for the attention of Native New Yorkers; however the pace is a tad too fast. Because they tend to ignore you; Oh, and they never return your texts. Madison Avenue; It's overpopulated with sad ghosts. Dejected. Standing lonely and alone on the sidewalks of Manhattan, holding their invisible heads down. All they want is to be loved; on a human level. The task of being a ghost in Manhattan. Far too complicated a matter. Do it only if the other ghost positions are already taken, or if you're friends with Bill Murray.
REFLECTIONS BY THE AUTHOR: Author Notes THE PROS AND CONS OF BEING A GHOST IN MANHATTAN ~ D James Breaux Somewhat curious is the fact that Alfred Ely frequents the underground public transit system with a pocket full of tokens, even though ~ as one keen observer points out ~ the subway no longer takes tokens. The best I can guess is maybe he has tokens left over from circa 1869, before Alfred met with his untimely demise...death by chocolate...which is another story all together, one we shall scrutinize in a future compendium. And with all his gallivanting to and fro, I think maybe he gets just a tad confused between the past and present. No bother, Mr. Ely always rides free, old boy has a distinctively longstanding pass, irregardless of the fare. But anyway, he apparently is convinced those tarnished old tokens jangling around in his pockets will eventually rattle the attention of some unsuspecting commuter and startle the heck out of them. After 145 yrs of trying, you think he'd have learned better.