I miss New York

The energy, the shopping, the fresh faces and surprises on every corner. Canyons of glass and stone and steel, the old and the new intermingled in one small island that packs such a punch.

And I miss the samazozis. Sometimes its easy to forget people you haven't seen in a while, but ever so often I'll remember what - mostly - great times we had and I wish the boys would just come back already.