I met an amazing barber today. Trying to get the story behind his collection of vintage haircuts displayed in his window, every reply was a comment on the weather. There is an air of excitement, certainly, as if we’re collectively shedding our outer layers for full fledged cat-like stretches.
American flags are flown abundantly in Bay Ridge as Lower Manhattan is visible from the waterfront. I can’t imagine what it was like to be at the 69th Street Pier on September 11th.
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