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  • Writer: Mike Dickey
    Mike Dickey
  • 4 hours ago
  • 1 min read

"I go to Paris, I go to London, I go to Rome, and I always say, 'There's no place like New York. It's the most exciting city in the world now. That's the way it is. That's it.'"



Well, we've arrived.

Our view, at least four nights a week, for the next three-and-a-half months. Not so long, really.


We've found our grocer, our tailor, our neighborhood pub, our deli (Katz Deli, of course, made famous by When Harry Met Sally). our bookstore. All within a couple blocks.


NYU is almost exactly a mile up the road. Once this knee is fixed, it'll be a nice walk every day.


Lots of adventures to recount here, but it'll need to wait because my emailing is exploding with folks who are working and wondering why I am not. Dr. King's birthday apparently isn't observed among white Southerners, while the street below our window, Houston Street, one of Manhattan's busiest, is quiet as a tomb.


One thing I'm quickly figuring out is that having Peggy on sabbatical here is going to challenge my time management discipline. It's way too easy to lie in bed talking or sipping coffee together when I should be working or studying. But today's a holiday, and we should give ourselves a little slack after a weekend spent moving in and learning the neighborhood.


It begins. Here we go.

 
 
 

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