Manhattan from above, as you approach JFK. That long rectangle in the middle is Central Park. Roosevelt Island is that thin slip of land between Manhattan and Brooklyn/Queens at the top of the photo. Whattatown!
Wait. Wait for it to come back to you. See, there it comes. If anything in life does not come back to you, it is not meant to be, and you have to let it go.
—A father to his son whose skateboard had rolled under a parked car — OH today in Fort Greene
I left town for a few days and Manny apparently joined a gang. Or became a hipster… not sure which.
World’s best dog.
And me, as a blonde.
Was proud to see my home state — and a publication I’ve worked for — come up in conversation at work today.
