This is the view from my desk in our new office. Working in NYC never really gets old. The commute to and from can but I am able to read a lot of books. Right now I am reading what the author calls "a literary autobiography". The only reason I have the book is because I joined a book club and got it for free. Here is an excerpt from William F. Buckley's
"Miles Gone By":
It is wonderfully comforting to reflect that the New Testament speaks other than invidiously of wine. There is always the sin of excess, and I comply with the biblical injunctions against greed by making it a hard-and-fast rule never to pay excessive prices for wine
A good book can make or break the train ride home. I was forcing myself to read "Pride and Prejudice" and I dreaded going home because I couldn't stomach those two sisters rambling. Perhaps when i mature.
My friend James Shanks took this picture of lightning hitting the Brooklyn Bridge. Screw Ben Franklin.