More than just a little, I miss following the New York Yankees. Sports news in New York is often a trying attempt to discern the signal from the noise but now, after a year, a guy could even learn to miss Mike Francessa's gurgle and belch! The web is fine and all but the all-encompassing sport media onslaught acts as a low-level background hum where springtime's flowers and Yankee injury reports meld into a combined sense memory that a guy might pine to be caught in traffic on the Hutch, not the A6 outside of Nuremburg.
Then there was this photo from the March 23rd issue of The
New Yorker:

Caro noticed the Albert Speer influenced architecture and I've never noticed that you could turn the inter-locking NY a quarter turn... evil empire, indeed! I think I've been living in Germany too long.
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