New York, New York!

My daughter and her husband moved from Brooklyn last week. She shared with me a “moving” story that reminded me of an old New Yorker cartoon. The first frame showed a man, newly arrived to the Big Apple, arms lifted to the heavens, an exultant smile on his face, shouting, “New York!  Here I am!!” The second frame shows him reaching for his suitcases that were, of course, no longer there.

Emma, wanting to leave behind some good will in her neighborhood, put a vase of eucalyptus on her stoop, intending for passersby to take a stem or two back to their apartments.  A half hour later Emma saw that someone had taken her dimestore vase and tossed her beloved eucalyptus into the trash.  

Covid shmovid. Nuthin’ touches a New Yorker’s noive.