New York, New York. I have spent many a holiday in this fair city they call the Big Apple. Would a rose by any other name smell as sweet? And by sweet, I mean the musty scent of slow-melting snow tainted with exhaust fumes gently swirled with the sugary aroma of roasted cashews wafting from the corner Nuts 4 Nuts vendor. But it’s New York and it’s magnificent. Though I begrudge the added crowds filling our streets – be it tourists hustling from their hotel to Radio City or simply fellow New Yorkers rushing form store to store trying to find …continue reading
