Went to the Gracie Mews this morning for breakfast and had real French toast. Two pieces of light fluffy goodness. Read the paper, chatted with Anna (she’s originally from Poland and is studying to be a nutritionist and doesn’t give me a hard time if I order bacon once in a while), jotted down a to-do list, and now am back home gearing up for work. Ah, the wild life of a single guy in New York City.
PROLOGUE: A BLACK CONDOR DIPPED her featherless head and flapped her wings, straining for height. Another vulture drifted in front of her, forcing the condor to climb higher in the crowded wheel of circling birds. The condor struggled, her body weak from having little to eat over the past month. The sun had yet to… Read more »