Been walking the streets and riding the subways here in New York City, where there are people coming out of people, oodles of gobs of them, scads and scads. Everywhere you look, there’s a face. Which one is Eddy’s? Sparky’s? Beth’s? Spencer’s or Doris’ or Raymond’s? The pic was taken yesterday on the F-Train, transporting Deb and me via subway from lower Manhattan to Mid-Town, where we’re staying for the week.
Quote of the Day: “To avoid criticism, do nothing, say nothing, be nothing.” Elbert Hubbard