I will repeat something I’ve written many times—I love New York City.
The plan for yesterday was to attend a matinee performance of American Ballet Theater, then return home and not emerge except for walking Pookah.
After the performance I decided to run a couple of errands. The American Folk-Art Museum is across from Lincoln Center. I went there to buy a gift, but wandered through the gallery, exhibiting Americana Weathervanes.
Next, the ATM. While walking there I discovered Columbus Avenue was closed to cars and had turned into a huge Halloween party.
All this within ten minutes of my apartment.