While I was in NY my meetings were always in midtown. I’ve been staying close enough to walk the past few trips and have successfully summoned the east coast “get the f*ck out of my way, I’m walking here…” stare and walking pattern. Never was I unfocused, never was I ever backing down to the suited masses during morning rush, never did I hear from my cousin who lives there (not even a freaking phone call, after I emailed AND left voice messages 2-3 times…), never did I miss a beat… till I walked by true lust herself. In red blazing sexual glory, my gaze never wanting to stare… as I walked by the Ferrari dealership at 54th and Park… Talk about a great way to start and end a work day.