New York, New York

In order to prepare for our upcoming New York trip, I have been studying one of my great Boone thrift store finds - "How To Love Yankees With a Clear Conscience." This book is so funny, and while I got it to tease Keely about being from northern Virginia, it's mainly about New York, of course. So, let the preparations begin...

Where else but in New York can you witness these everyday occurences?

• It starts to rain at 2:25 pm and at 2:27 pm the street hawkers have set up sidewalks shops and are selling umbrellas.
• An aged, over-the-hill boxer jogging in the middle of Broadway decked out in boxing gloves and shadow boxing with an imaginary opponent every third step, and winning.
• Signs on Manhattan parking garages all over advertising bargain rates - six hours for "only" $12.50
• Bumper-to-bumper taxis at war with bumper-to-bumper pedestrians, thousands of horns blowing to no avail.
• Office buildings that disappear into the sky - or somewhere.
• Hundreds of thousands of people walking to or from somewhere and staring straight ahead.
• Smartly dressed women, wearing expensive dresses, rushing frantically at 5 pm wearing sneakers and carrying their expensive high heels in their hands, trying to make it to the bus or subway.

New York. It is a city of tall buildings and short money.