RUDIMENTS, pt. 1,004 (spare house ? hourly rentals) There was always an air of abstraction around me. Riding the Lincoln Tunnel bus, from Carteret, one of those early days when traffic used to back up oddly as the bus exited the Meadowlands and drained on down - slowly - to the helix ramps in Weehawken. It was a slow go, but the amazing thing, back then, was how the bus would always come to a halt in a section of roadway lined on both sides with beautiful wildflowers. I always thought, until corrected, that they were sunflowers, but I was later shown the difference. Yeah, sunflowers are huge; these were what were called Black-Eyed Susans. A strange name, but I guessed I could understand the image. Sort of sunflower-like, but way smaller, they had a black center. Thus, I suppose, the reference to the back-eyed thing. - Whatever, and however it went it was cool to be stuck amidst them, just waiting for traffic to move along. Amazingly, no one else gi