|Ahhh, the chaos|
I hadn’t spent time in New York City recently and it took me more than a New York Minute to remember all the reasons I love it. Here are some.
They walk at my pace
The density of primo people watching
Someone on the subway can yell “Shut the F Up” and no one does
Cousin Fred lives there and he is funny. Together we are hilarious. At least we think so.
You can measure your morning run by blocks
The US Open is there; tennis has the respect it deserves
|Arthur Ashe stadium|
A band of mariachis may appear on your subway car
A crew in your hotel is shooting The Good Wife, you see Julianna walk by
There is often a visiting relative or a friend in town whom you encounter unexpectedly
|With California Beisers Frank, Jane and grandson Dean|
Frank Sinatra is played loud and often in public spaces