Pictured here: my seasonal subway wince. I love New York as much as anyone I know, but the city is not only hot but hot-headed in the dog days of summer; when temperatures and humidity climb, everyone’s manners go straight out the window. (Hygiene too; witness the pervasive eau de rotting lemons and dashed dreams.) This is a shame, for excellent NYC etiquette is required to ensure we don’t kill each other as we walk down the street. Me, I’m hightailing it to my hometown of Boston. Even with its genetically engineered surliness and crap driving Massholia is preferable this time of year. I think it has something to do with being located right on the coast. The Atlantic Ocean washes away all delusions of grandeur. So get in touch if you’re going to be around. I’m even considering doing some quickie, cheapo tarot readings a la the ladies who crowd Union Square except not so scary and bullying. Like I said: etiquette is key.
Pictured here: my seasonal subway wince. I love New York as much as anyone I know, but the city is not only hot but hot-headed in the dog days of summer; when temperatures and humidity climb, everyone’s manners go straight out the window. (Hygiene too; witness the pervasive eau de rotting lemons and dashed dreams.) This is a shame, for excellent NYC etiquette is required to ensure we don’t kill each other as we walk down the street. Me, I’m hightailing it to my hometown of Boston. Even with its genetically engineered surliness and crap driving Massholia is preferable this time of year. I think it has something to do with being located right on the coast. The Atlantic Ocean washes away all delusions of grandeur. So get in touch if you’re going to be around. I’m even considering doing some quickie, cheapo tarot readings a la the ladies who crowd Union Square except not so scary and bullying. Like I said: etiquette is key.