Jamie convinced me that a blog was the best way to remember my near month in the Big Apple, but all day long it's felt like a high school research project hanging over my head. Now I'm on the floor of my apartment-braving carpet mites- because-all assurances to the contrary- I have no wireless connection without the foot long "Ethernet" cord attached to the bottom of my TV.
My 18th street place is great-about 8 steps up from a fairly quiet side street and 5 strong locks on the door. When I got back from diinner last night about 10:30, two young student types (non-thugs) were sitting on my "stoop" in a serious discussion. They greeted me as I went inside and before I finished with the final lock, one of them told the other: "If I hadn't been drunk when I met her, I wouldn't be getting maried now" - to a sympathetic nod from his friend. If Carol were here, she'd still be pouring out advice to the poor guy.
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