It felt like November the other day, as I commented to a southern gentleman who claimed to have no frame of reference for what November feels like. Gray. That’s what it feels like, with snow lingering in the distance.
On Sunday we walked down one of my favorite blocks, 22nd between 10th and 11th. From behind us I heard a woman say, “Everyone is staring at us!” “Us” was three adults, jogging, one pushing a child in a Stroll-Jog(TM).
I looked around. There was only the jogging quartet and us. No one was staring. But now I remember them.