Ed Koch bridge

I just walked across the Ed Koch bridge to a Starbucks on Msnhatten. The curse of the bicycle has even afflicted New York.

I'm meeting Joe under the clock in Grand Central Station.

A funny thing happened to me on the way to the hotel:

I got the bright idea of using a piece of rope instead of a belt on the plane, to avoid having to take off my belt when going through security. The ends of the rope started to fray, and it did occur to me that it looked a little Jewish.

Just now, someone asked me "is the holiday over?"

I think this was a mild rebuke for using the train on the Sabbath.