I admit that I haven't kept up with this blog. More importantly though, the reason why I didn't keep up with it is because I was busy enjoying the city, meeting new people and creating memories.

Unfortunately, my time in the city is in a downhill sprint towards its end and I feel like a summarizing, "How I Spent My Summer Vacation" type of close to the blog is in order.

When I first moved here in May, I liked the city well enough. However, I remember telling people that I didn't understand exactly what the draw was to the city, why people are willing to pay two or three thousand dollars a month on an apartment the size of an iPod.

At the end of the summer now, I understand it and I've decided to end with a list of what I will miss- and what I won't miss at all.

What I won't miss:

Noise- Aside from the studio at work, which is well-insulated, there is almost no escape from noise. Whether its a siren at 4 a.m. or, on a quiet night, the dull white noise of thousands of tires on the streets outside, there is always sound. I'm positive that my ears will not know what to do when I return to Ohio and they're not constantly bombarded.

Mass transit- You know, being able to walk out the door and go anywhere in the city for a measly $2.25 (or less, if you have a monthly pass!) is convenient and efficient. However, having to wait for ten minutes for a train in the sweltering stench of a subway tube that is crawling with rats in order to board a train in which you're stuck breathing in your newly-found friend's armpit for the entire journey isn't too wonderful. Neither is missing a train. Or when the MTA suddenly decides that, without much warning, a train is no longer in service. I eventually grew to tolerate the subways out of necessity, but I'm still not 100% into them.

Everything takes 10 times longer than it should- You want to get to work? Wait on a train. You want to get groceries? Prepare to stand in line and wait for one of the thirty-four registers to open. In a sense I actually found these patience-testers to be positive aspects. I can't tell you how patient the city will teach you to be. Most of these inconveniences are outside of your control, so why not just slow down, enjoy yourself and relax? At the same time, if you're running late or need to get somewhere now, it's a bit of a struggle.

Tourists- This may be #1 on my list, if this were a better organized list with a hierarchy. I fully support visiting New York. I wouldn't be here right now if I hadn't been a tourist myself the past two summers. That being said, New York is a busy, bustling place. Everyone is trying to get somewhere quickly, moving and hustling and it's no place for a family of 10 to stand in front of the subway turnstiles to take the photo for next years Christmas card. I'm convinced that the (false) notion that New Yorkers are unfriendly stems from run-ins with tourists. If tourists would try to assimilate and make themselves more streamlined into the New York way of life, New Yorkers wouldn't be rude or impatient with them.

East Coast snobbery- While I wasn't ever the object of New York scorn as a Midwesterner, I was always a bit surprised at the attitudes of many New Yorkers (both transplants and natives) that I observed. To them, it seemed, the rest of the United States is populated with uncultured, less-savvy simpletons, jealous of their big city lifestyle. The Midwest and South especially were the object of pity, the assumption of these vast areas being that they are full of dim-witted proletariat types. New York is a wonderful place, but to say that it isn't also filled with the less cultured or ignorant is ignoring huge portions of the population.

What I will miss:

The pace- As many times as you have to wait for a train or stand in line, there are just as many instances of the speed of light pace that one keeps while living here. It's true: New Yorkers move deliberately and aggressively. After a while, you walk quickly, choreographing a dance through throngs of people so that you don't have to slow down. The taxis drive quickly, purposefully and I'll miss this style of driving. Returning to the slow-moving Midwest will be culture shock.

Food- I can't think of many other places in the US with the quality and variety of food that New York has. You could eat authentic Halal food and walk 4 blocks to eat authentic Japanese food and take a train out to Brooklyn for Russian food. Chances are great that you will believe deeply that what you are eating is the best thing that you've ever tasted if you visit here. It happened many times to me this summer. From what I can recall, I've only frequented one chain restaurant (Subway) in the ten weeks that I've been here. Today, in fact, they knew my order at a local Greek restaurant, the Greek Kitchen, before I even ordered. I have been there often. To return to an area that is largely made up of Applebees and McDonalds won't be easy. Where the Olive Garden passes as ethnic food, I will soon return. It looks like I'll have to get working on finding local places back home to cure my cravings.

People- As much as it is inconvenient and sometimes annoying to be around millions of people, I can't say that I've minded after a while. You get exposed to so many unique people. I've talked to people from all over the world on the subway, just from them asking for directions on the platform. You see celebrities once in a while. You see the very best in the actions of other people, and are humbled daily when you see those less-fortunate. There's little protection from the unpleasant realities, something that reminds you that you're not much different or any more superior from those begging for food on the sidewalk.

As I've said, I find that New Yorkers are actually very, very nice people. I have yet to have a really negative encounter with a New Yorker. Give them their space, don't be as warm and cuddly as you might be to a Midwesterner and everything's fine. I witnessed more kind favors and acts on the streets and subways of Manhattan than I have in a year or more of living in Ohio: people holding doors of trains to help others make it on-board, men helping carry strollers up steps, etc. You see this sense of community and it, in some way, makes you less cynical about people.

Central Park- I couldn't have lived here all summer without it. You need a taste of nature in a big concrete jungle once in a while. I spent hours longboarding here, reading on benches and walking around. I think that, as time allows, I'll spend more time in parks when I get home.

Exercise- Similarly, I love the exercise here. Everything you do is exercise, whether it's keeping yourself vertical on a train, running up stairs or walking to the store. It's convinced me to try to get into some sort of regular exercise after I leave.


This is a short list of the things I'll miss, but I could go on and on. Perhaps most of all, I like New York because of the opportunity that it presents. The people who work here are, for the most part, the best of the best. This is where the best and brightest go to work and make their careers and there's something to be said about a city that is filled with talent, innovation and energy.


Returning to Ohio won't be so bad. I miss having a backyard, driving a car, friends, family and all of the quirks of my home state. I can't wait to go to an Indian's game, listen to Mike Trivisonno, eat at my favorite restaurants and prepare for the next part of my life.


Thank you to all of those who read and kept up with this blog. It's been fun and I hope that you've enjoyed this summer as much as I have!

I think this is officially a weekly update, don't you?

It's been nice to have the last two days off and I've concentrated on a mix of relaxation and productivity. It's been a pretty even mix.

Yesterday I dedicated most of the day to homework. I've been trying to accomplish major portions of the portfolio that I have to turn in at the end of July. A passing grade allows me to graduate, a failing grade prevents graduation and so I'm taking it seriously and using my days off to get things done. I accomplished a few things and then decided to reward myself with dinner at Carnegie Deli.

I'd purposely not eaten lunch because I knew their portions to be massive. I figured, hey, I'll go and eat half the sandwich and save the other half for lunch today. I must've forgotten that idea, because by the end of the meal my plate was completely empty. One of my favorite parts of Carnegie Deli (as is the case with quite a few NYC restaurants) is the cafeteria style seating. You sit next to and across from complete strangers, many of which are outgoing and interesting. The guy sitting across from me was here from London and so we compared notes and talked about our countries, talked about politics in England and what to do while he's here in New York. He was thoroughly impressed by how friendly New Yorkers are. I'm not entirely sure he's left his hotel.

I couldn't just stare at a computer all weekend, so I took half the day to go explore. The day started off down in Chelsea where I received possibly the most obsessive and thorough haircut of my life, the slightly cold Russian woman inspecting just about ever hair on my head-- and for a very reasonable $15! You can't beat it. Freestyle Barber Shop in Chelsea. I'll go back.

I'd heard wonderful things about New York's new High Line park and so I decided to go find out what it was like. The park was created atop old above ground train tracks that run from 30th street down to around 14th and is one of my favorite parts of the city thus far. They've done a fantastic job creating a really unique green space and the design of everything is so cool. Old train tracks are left running through the concrete. Running water pours across the sidewalk in a slightly mystifying horizontal fountain. The concrete floor curls up and forms into a bench. Gardens line the path and a nice breeze blows through. On one side you can see New Jersey and the river and on the other, there's a huge panoramic view of Manhattan. What a cool place!

I then walked down into Chelsea, had lunch at Blossom du Jour and headed back up to my place. I've spent the rest of the day working on my project and getting ready for the week ahead. Tomorrow night is the CBS intern Yankee's game and should be great fun!

Until next week!

It's time for the semi-weekly update I suppose. I've been packing a lot into every day lately, between work, homework and exploring.

Since the last time I updated, probably the most exciting days have been my two days off, yesterday and today. Lately I've been feeling like I've been wasting time here. After I get off of work, I'm pretty worn out and just want to go home, get some food and relax. It's nice to relax at the end of the day, so I try to make up for those days on my "weekend".

Yesterday was my first trip out to Brooklyn. I took the train to Williamsburg, the hipster mecca of New York (so I've been told), and walked around for a while. It was one of those times where I really wished that I had a smartphone for navigation purposes. I walked around, hoping to find something interesting, a restaurant, a shop, a park. Something. The part I was in at least reminded me, most comparably, to a rough part of Barberton or Cleveland and at one point I thought that I'd found the area I was looking for. The name sounded familiar. Was this the area I'd heard about for some good restaurants? Looking around, I noticed the boarded up windows, New York City Housing Authority signs on buildings and found that I'd wandered into the projects of Bushwick. I stuck out like, well, a kid from the Midwest in Bushwick. It wasn't so good. What was good was the interesting people I saw and the culture. What I can only assume to be Orthodox Jewish men and women were all over, the men in long, black coats and the women in clothing that you could only describe as old world. At times, I had to make sure I hadn't wandered back into the 1930s. There was even an all Jewish volunteer fire department, school buses with Hebrew down the side and a plethora of strange and exotic things one just doesn't see in rural/suburban Ohio.

I walked back to the train tracks and headed back up town. I knew that my time in Brooklyn couldn't be over so soon. I'd taken the train all the way downtown, why turn back now? I took a connecting train to a place I've wanted to go since I saw it featured on Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations: Brighton Beach in Brooklyn.

The hour long train ride took me out to the area more notably known for Coney Island. The first Nathan's hot dogs stand is there along with a rather impressive, but quaint collection of ferris wheels, roller coasters and side shows. Old porcelain and metal signs are fading now after decades in the sun, many of them appearing to be pre-1950. It was like stepping back in time for the second time of the day, though to this amusement park-spoiled Ohioan it was fairly unimpressive. Still, somewhere I'm glad to say I've been to.

I walked down the boardwalk. I started to notice a change. Newspapers were in Russian, here and there. Men and women spoke to each other in Russian, increasingly as I neared Brighton Beach. I knew I was in the right place.

I began to look for a restaurant to sit down at for lunch. One caught my eye: Beer Strasse Winter Garden, a uniquely confusing blend of German and Russian cultures. The identity-crisis ran deep here: German beer advertisements, German name (Strasse) and yet a decidedly Russian menu and staff. The music was a mix of Top 40 and popular American music, but translated into Russian.

I walked in, asked for a menu. I spotted something on the menu that I'd considered traveling up to the Upper East Side to try at a German restaurant: pork knuckle. Immediately, I knew what I wanted and, through a combination of pointing, motioning and nodding ordered.

Let me say first the idea of eating pig's feet isn't appetizing. The idea of crispy pork skin, rich fat and meat and a pint of German beer? Oh yeah, that's appetizing! The plate came and a few Russians at the table next to me noticed the unexpected order, nodding in approval at the choice.

So was it good? Have you ever had a meal where you consciously looked around to see if anyone noticed the goofy, satisfied smile on your face? If not, then you've never had anything this good. The sauerkraut was fresh, sweet and complimented the richness of the pork. The thin sliced fries were a must. It was one of the few meals where one paces themselves, looking around at the beach, taking a sip and then resuming the feast before them. It was absolutely perfect.

Incredibly full and satisfied, I walked out onto the beach and, to further the theme of gluttony, stretched out and laid in the sun for an hour.

I headed back uptown, a relaxed, near comatose-state of a human being, fully satisfied.

Today was supposed to encompass a trip out to Queens or another trip to Brooklyn, but some days a day of relaxation sounds good. Following another tip from Mr. Bourdain, I hunted down a Manhattan legend: Manganaro's on 9th, just a few blocks away from where I'm living. I knew going in that it wasn't authentic Italian, but authentic turn-of-the-century Italian American, using the same or similar recipes as when the place opened in 1893.

I walked in. Meat hooks lined the ceiling, scarred and beaten wooden floors gave a creak with each step. I walked up and stared at the menu. I knew going in that I'd likely encounter some authentic New York Italian attitude based on the reviews (mostly negative due to customer treatment) from Yelp and Google. My encounter went something like this:

"You gonna eat somethin'?" I heard a short woman call out from behind the counter.
"Yeah, just browsing, thanks! Quick question: I can't have any dairy. What am I safe with ordering?"
"Can't have dairy? Well, you know the tomato sauce is tomato sauce. You should know that by now! What am I going to put into it? Tomato sauce is tomatoes. Oil and garlic is, well, you get it."
"All right then. So, just to make sure, if I get the gnocchi and meat sauce, I'll be okay right? No dairy?"
"Whaddya think people are gonna put stuff in your food? Don't you trust nobody? No, you'll be fine."
"Okay, sounds great. Thank you!"

A short time later, my gnocchi and meat sauce appeared on the counter, served with plastic utensils, styrofoam plate and a basket of bread. But don't let the presentation (or lack of) fool you.

I sat down at my table and took a bite, getting a big forkful of gnocchi and sauce. You know what? The woman could have yelled at me and smacked me with a spoon when I walked in and it would have been worth it still. Customer service? It's New York. It's very, very New York and in some way, it gives the place an ambiance. A slightly hostile ambiance, but one that I've not seen before and one that makes Manganaro's unique. The gnocchi was fantastic, the meat sauce full of pepperoni and sausage, onions, olive oil and tomatoes. Much like yesterday, I savored every bite.

I thanked the woman working the counter, admitted that it was one of the best things I'd had since I've been in New York and that, since I had company coming into town over the next few weeks, I'd be back. The impatient, frustrated woman I'd seen before seemed to disappear. "Thank you, sweetheart. You have a wonderful day," she said as I left. She was exactly at that point as what I knew she was: a passionate, food-crazy Italian woman who wanted people to love her food.

I let my food settle, headed up to Times Square to try to find some affordable theater tickets but was unsuccessful. Not ready to be relegated to my room just yet, I got directions to Lula's Sweet Apothecary in Alphabet City.

I'd discovered this place in a food allergies magazine a few months ago: an all vegan, food-allergy conscious bakery and ice cream shop. You can scarcely imagine the happiness of being able to go somewhere and eat anything and everything in the whole place when normally mealtime is a ritual of checking labels and asking questions to frustrated servers and cashiers.

Passing Katz's Delicatessen of When Harry Met Sally fame and continuing on to 6th street, Lula's sits on a quiet street, surrounded by hipsters and Bohemian types. I walked in, glanced around and tried to take it all in.

Behind the counter, a man with a curly-tipped mustache and rather impressively authentic 1930s (maybe earlier?) outfit assured me: it's all dairy free. All of it. Rarely can I enjoy ice cream on a nice day, but today? Today I chose the peanut butter and chocolate chip ice cream (made with a cashew base) and sat outside to enjoy it. Lula's even goes as far as to play 1920s-30s music to fulfill the ambiance.

So how was it? Incredible to the point I considered going inside to buy a second cone. If you'd compared it to "real" ice cream, you wouldn't know the difference. I'll be going back, again and again.

New York, you're starting to show why people put up with outrageous rent, bizarre people, congestion, noise and a never-ending hustle.

Yeah, I've been a lousy, delinquent blogger. It was so easy, so simple to just sit down at the end of the day before my internship started and write for an hour or so. Now? Not so much. By the end of the day, I'm pretty well exhausted and, save a Skype conversation or two and working on my practicum portfolio, my nights are very quiet.

So what have I missed updating on? In no particular order, I've spent some time in the Lower East Side, Greenwich Village, Soho and the Bronx. I visited an incredible NYC longboard shop and saw the Indians beat the Yankees at the new Yankee Stadium. I had a celebrity sighting, have given directions to about a dozen confused subway riders and have eaten a few very good meals.

With the internship, my weeks are pretty limited as to exploring, but this last "weekend" (Monday and Tuesday), I set out to visit Longboard Loft, just outside of Chinatown, to pick up some new slide wheels. I came up out of the subway station into what you could have told me was China. Open air fish markets, boxes of unidentifiable raw ingredients, all prices written in Chinese characters. Slightly younger Chinese walked beside hunched over, elderly Chinese, helping them along the markets, values from the mainland. One thing that I've grown to appreciate about New York: a 10 minute train ride can transport you to another continent.

Anyway, that's about all I have for tonight. I'll be attempting to get back into blogging more often!

All right, another 2 for 1 blog post. I didn't have much time or energy to post yesterday, so I'm rolling it all into one post.

Yesterday began the reason why I came to New York City: my first day at CBS. So as not to breach CBS legal agreements, my coverage and mention of my time will be brief and vague, so I do apologize if the blog takes a turn for the ordinary as I get into a more strenuous work week.

After my first day, I'm confident that I will be helpful and valuable-- or at least I plan to be.

Directly after orientation, Esteban, Sanyee and I (all CBS interns, for clarification) set out to obtain coveted New York Public Library cards but, not having the correct documentation, will have to return another day.

We wandered through Midtown for some time and finally stopped at Main Noodle House on 6th, ready to gorge ourselves after a long day. The teriyaki salmon I had was fresh and I'll likely be back.

Working on the Weekend News had a unique benefit: my second day was actually a day off. My work week is Wednesday through Sunday, so I used my day off to unwind and relax.

I pulled my bike from underneath my bed and trekked up to Central Park, playing chicken with open taxi doors and delivery trucks. My advice? Take the subway or wear a helmet. Or both. A quick loop around Central Park, a stop to take a few pictures of the Guggenheim and then a rest in the shade recharged me enough to bike back downtown.

More than ready for the relaxing part of my day, I headed up to Bryant Park, near the New York Public Library, and picked up some Pret for lunch on the way. An afternoon with the book "Medium Raw" and a very good chicken/bacon sandwich? Just as good as it sounds.

I'm back in my room now, preparing to head out to Smith Brother's on 8th for some karaoke, though I suspect my participation will be, as is wise, limited.

Tomorrow is my first "real" day at CBS where I'll be meeting my "co-workers" and I'm excited to really get into the internship.

Things I've learned (over the past few days):
1. Don't ask a cashier where to find fresh produce. She'll follow up your question with the question: "What is 'produce?'"
2. Anytime you try to do something here, there will likely be someone with minimal authority telling you that you cannot.
3. If you're wearing a white dress shirt, you will inevitably get something on it.


Note: The Ohio-shaped tag hanging from the rack on my bike? It's a project my friend is working on. Thanks, Push Tags, even if I am using these a year after you gave them to me!

Have you ever gone skull hunting? Yes, skull hunting. Yes, in Manhattan. Yes, again, skull hunting at a flea market. That's how my day started out.

A quick Facebook message from my cousin Deb sent me back down to Hell's Kitchen in search of the beaver skull that I'd mentioned in my last post. She's a bit of an ornithological fanatic and, funny enough, a skull collector. I went back down to Hell's Kitchen, stopped by the tent where the desired beaver skull sat. I popped in, asked what he wanted and, using a bargaining trick, told him I might be back.

I walked a little further, dodging cameras set up by the Discovery Channel. If you're watching a show on DC in the next few months on flea markets, look for a tall, lanky kid with an "I (baseball) CLE" shirt on.

I happened upon a vintage road bike at one of the tents. I asked him what he wanted for it and he suggested $85, a truly reasonable offer considering the bike market here. "No, no." I shook my head. "I'm thinking more like $50, even then..." He considered it. He said we'd split the difference, so I walked away with a unisex (and it IS a unisex frame after researching the bike further... not a woman's!) 1970s Fuji road bike for $65. Not bad!

I stopped back at the beaver skull stop and made an offer. I danced around with numbers, suggested another price and he held fairly firm. I still talked him down though-- and that's what counts. (Deb, it'll be in the mail as soon as I get your address and a chance to mail it!)

I half-rode, half-walked the bike back to the New Yorker. The rear brakes were, optimistically, weak and then seat was, to put it nicely, un-sittable. So I dropped my find off in my room, walked over to K-Mart and bought a new seat and a bike lock.

It's really quite amazing what someone can do when they have limited resources. The ONLY tools I have with me are part of a multi-purpose skate tool that I use to adjust my longboard. Fortunately, the bolts on the bike that I needed to tighten for the rear brakes, remove the old seat, install the new one and raise the seat post were all on my multi-tool. In an hour or so, with a little wrenching and a handful of Lysol wipes to "wash" the grime off of it, I have a decent, lightweight bike that should get me wherever I need to go.

My room was starting to pile up with the week's dirty clothes, so I headed downstairs with two very full plastic bags of clothing and joined the EHS Laundry Party. The housing company that my lease is through would pay for your first load of laundry, so I occupied 2 dryers and 2 washers and washed away all of the subway crud, sweat and God-knows-what that I picked up over the past week.

While there, I got to know a few people and this made the laundry washing, drying and folding that much more tolerable. I met Nick and Emily, a really nice couple from Minnesota who I then went out to dinner with at Alpha, an Asian-fusion restaurant on 34th. A quick trip to K-Mart later, and I was back in my room for the night.

My iron is cooling down after steaming the wrinkles out of all of my "business casual" clothing that I'll need for the next week. Tomorrow is the big day, my big start at CBS News. I have to be uptown by 11 AM at the CBS studios for orientation and, to be blunt, I couldn't be more relaxed or confident about my day tomorrow.

A few things I've learned today:
1. Finding tools in NYC is difficult and often leads to improvisation.
2. It takes nearly a lifetime to iron 5 shirts, 4 pairs of pants and to tie a tie.
3. Kirstie Alley is in the building next to mine, doing a Dancing with the Stars knock-off deal. Or at least that's what the posters led me to believe.


Oh yeah! I took a few pictures of my "apartment" today while it was clean, including my view.

Flea markets, in my mind, should encompass several things to be complete and entertaining, but not limited to: rust, rednecks and country music. After a trip to Hell's Kitchen and then down to Chelsea to peruse the weekend flea markets, I came to find that only the former is really necessary. Man, do I love the smell of rust in the morning!

I've spent quite a bit of time going to flea markets, garage sales and thrift stores and I was curious what a New York City flea market would be like. For those of you who have never been to one: it's wonderful. Tables and tables full of unique, stuff-you-don't-see-everyday items. Beaver skulls (plural!). Thousands of antique print blocks. Vintage furs. 1940s pin-up calendars. Antique typewriters. Porcelain signs. People are walking around in this weird community of eccentric people and you hear every language and accent as you pass through their little shops, whether from the patron or their tiny radio. As work permits, I'll be going back!

Skype occupied my afternoon and then I went to Famous Famiglia across the street for some pasta due to a carb craving. Well, it looked good when I got there. Heck, it tasted good after I left. But I wasn't especially excited to see them cook the pasta, spoon the sauce on top of the pasta--- and then place it in a microwave for a minute or two. Did I really just eat microwaved pasta only a short train ride from Little Italy?

In better news though, I discovered that my floor does, in fact, have a kitchen! There's no oven, but there are utensils and pots and pans. I think I'll be doing some cooking in there in the next week. The availability of incredible quality and variety of food in this city has been making me feel guilty about not having the facilities for cooking!

After dinner, I rode the train up to Columbus Circle (near one of Trump's buildings and at the corner of Central Park) with my longboard. As soon as I walked out of the subway it started to rain, but I kept going and it eventually stopped. I did a few laps around the southern tip of the park, trying to avoid the especially huge, difficult hills and, more importantly, all of the road hazards the Central Park horses leave behind.

I decided to head back downtown and headed towards the subway but happened upon a ska/jazz trio playing in front of Trump's building and was blown away. Moon Hooch, as they were called, consist of three guys: one drummer and two sax players. I intended to stay for a few minutes, watch and move on. I think I ended up watching them for a little over an hour.

Even more than the music, I enjoyed the people watching aspect of it. Older people who had probably been around in the prime days of jazz were smiling and throwing dollar bills into their collection plate, young kids were dancing around, totally devoid of any self-consciousness.

I had to pull myself away eventually, so I found a quiet sidewalk that ran parallel to Central Park and skated up into the Upper West Side and then back down again. I did some skating on the street for a while but after realizing I had a mostly open (and less dangerous) sidewalk at my disposal, I rode that for the rest of the time.

Totally content, I waited for the C train back down to 34th. It's amazing how unexpected this city can be and the people in it. There's a guy in there singing old Motown hits and playing a drum set. All of the sudden 4 or 5 women in their mid to late 40s come out of nowhere and turn the platform into some sort of Mid-life Crisis Discotheque. Oh, no, it doesn't stop there... that would be too expected. This 8 or 9 year old kid comes down the steps and starts dancing like a machine. He's shimmying and dropping to the floor and dancing, in my estimations, very well for a kid his age. Half the people start singing along or dancing (the other half stare glumly at the floor, unflinching). Then the train comes and everyone goes their own way.


EDIT: I forgot to add what I learned today!
1. Despite the invention of iPods at least ten years ago and the use of Walkmen in the 1990s, people DO still carry a boombox on their shoulder like it's the 1980s.
2. When looking to eat Italian, go to Little Italy. Just because a place claims to be the "Official Pizza of the New York Yankees" doesn't mean they're authentic.
3. New York City street musicians are well-worth watching, even if you only have a minute.