New York is an inherently stupid place.  You saw that during Hurricane Sandy, who the fuck puts all this stuff on an island so easily flooded?  Everyone here works too much and pays too much and drinks too much.  I won’t lie; I think about leaving a lot.

But last night I was in P.J. Clarke’s watching the Heisman ceremony and drinking a beer when a Christmas song came on the sound system.  I forget which one.  But it slowed everything down and made the moment seem timeless, like I could be doing the same thing fifty years ago.  It’s odd how, if only for a few brief moments, the city makes sense once in a while.