Trading traffic lights with a taxicab traveling 5th Avenue. As things backed up I rolled on through the red light at Spring Street and sat up, both arms in the air pointing at the sky. A victory salute worthy of a mountain-top stage finish in the Giro. The cab driver didn’t find it amusing. But it got me some cheers and a smattering of applause from a group of European tourists hanging outside the library. And that made me smile. And that is just one of the little things.
Add Comment
word. We need to teach Craig and Seth to mix it up a bit too. Rock the baby, breast feed the baby, burp the baby, all with a pacifier in your mouth. Smells like victory.
