First we take Manhattan
I wrote this about a year ago, and meant to post it then. Sorry to my loyal fans on here, which is probably zero, considering my inconsistency. I had my scribbled down notes from a cafe in Inwood, and I was going to weave it into something nice, including all the quiet, hidden wonders of my trip (almost) all the way around Manhattan, like the garden off of the Harlem River Drive, which I only ended up wandering through because I needed to pee. (finding places to pee was one of the hard parts). I look back now on days like this with special appreciation. And since I did this trip, there’s been periods where it feels like I’m dragging my feet around the tip of Manhattan, whimpering to myself. I don’t have a particularly good or revelatory ending for this, but I’m worried that if I try to think of one, it might be another year before I get around to finishing. So here you have it. First we take Manhattan Like many ideas, the idea of walking around the perimeter of Manhattan had lived...