I have seen strangers put their lives on the line for a runaway pooch. Taxis, potholes, and tiny Jewish grandmothers inching down the sidewalk on walkers are no obstacle for a New Yorker when a dog somehow slips his leash. Cries of “Somebody catch that dog!” elicits a bigger reaction than “Fire!”, “Help, I’ve been shot!”, or “Is anyone here a doctor? The baby is coming NOW!”
Read MoreIf you have never ventured inside a local market or grocery here in the city, be advised that it’s not an activity for the claustrophobic or vertically challenged. Imagine the entire contents of your local Kroger’s shoved into a space the size of your local 7-11. Shelves resemble skyscrapers and aisles are so narrow, they need one-way traffic signs. Shopping carts do not exist; only little baskets with long handles and gimpy wheels which must be dragged behind you and are somehow magnetically attracted to the top-heavy fruit displays and the shins of crabby senior citizens.
Read MoreIf you are looking for a blog that can show you the way to get ahead in the frenetically-paced city of New York, how to make important and valuable connections in the classical music industry, and how to become a multi-million dollar recording artist playing only the music of Beethoven…. then please send me a message with the address of that blog. I need to read it too
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