When I realize that I’ll probably miss my 25th grade school reunion in June and I miss my mother on mother’s day and I wish I had been at my brother’s birthday sendoff before his next trip to Greece, I sometimes think about moving back to New York.
Other times I don’t:
Sure, you passed Nathan Lane once. So what! Does that make up for seeing some guy defecating on a staircase? I think not. And what people call the "energy and buzz" of the city is actually called "fire engines and honking" by the rest of the world.
P.S.: Heard Paul Ford’s voice for the first time today when I caught the end of his story-commentary on NPR. Hey, Paul, ask them to mention your URL next time. “Paul Ford is a writer who lives in Brooklyn” is so cool it’s brittle.