A fashion show for the poor and the prosperous: festering air punctuated by screeching brakes and beseeching beggars, that is if you take the time to look up from your smart phone and listen through the tinny stereo sound of your earbuds. A microcosm of the city. Three and a half days in New York and I’m a cynic already.
Not totally, though. I’m still operating under the romantic notion that taking the subway to work is exciting. I visualize myself in a new suit, pantyhose, pumps, and heels. And I'm happy.
I'm happy, too. Happy you're happy, happy you are sharing your experiences with us on a blog(!), and happy you are writing. I love you so.
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