The there there
: I walk out of my office at 42nd and Broadway in New York and find a bunch of white-haired ladies looking confused, one of them holding a map. Not being true New Yorker, I offer my help.
“What are you looking for?” I ask.
“Times Square,” they say.
“You’re there,” I reply, waving my arm uptown to the terralumens.
They looked just a bit disappointed. Not sure what they expected: hookers and heroin?
It’s what we got, ladies.
: Or maybe this is what the ladies were looking for.