Well, it's been one year in Harlem now. You would think I'd be used to hiking up six flights of stairs by now, but you'd be only half right. I'm good as long as I don't have seven bags of groceries to lug up with me. (You would also think I would have learned to go to the local Pathmark with greater frequency and less severity, but you'd be wrong.)
Still bright and sunny---although apparently I'm located next to a construction site for the next year or so as the MTA rebuilds (from the ground up) the new Mother Hale Bus Depot next door. Right now it's just a big pit.
Anyway, that's whats going on up here. Maybe I'll try to write more on this thing going forward.