… yeah, I’ve gone native. Who wouldn’t, when you can get kettle corn, baklava and Thai food on 6th Avenue?
Damn, but I love New York. Sure, Sarah Palin’s on the cover of every newspaper, but even that can’t harsh the buzz of a perfect summer weekend.
Fresh cherries from the Union Square greenmarket! Smaller crowds due to everyone going out of town for the Fourth! Dinner at a most wonderful Tribeca restaurant! Garbage and recycling bins that the city actually wants you to use!
Like the song says, it’s a hell of a town. Remind me again why I’m only visiting?