Leaving to feed my one editor's cats as she's traipsing around in Mexico this week, I go to my mail box and find a giant, puffy envelope sitting atop it. It's from my pal Sammy, the one who lives in Cleveland now, and inside is my belated birthday present: two copies of a picture I took during my first trip to NYC in 2000, one of which she turned B&W and framed. I'd asked her for a copy awhile back (the three of us who went each took a bazillion photos each and made a set for the others) because I have yet to replace my copies of that trip.

Anyway, the picture was taken right after we landed in the city and parked the car for the weekend. We were staying in an apartment on E. 59th Ave., and the bridge was the first thing that caught my eye. That trip is still my favoritist trip to anywhere, ever. God, I love that picture, so thank you! thank you! thank you, Sammy! Now, I just have to figure out where in the crib it's going to go. It'll probably end up in the can over the toilet, because the space in there is best suited for it.