There's this fabulous man that hangs out on 24th Street in the mornings. He stands there, quietly, as he's munching his breakfast (there's nothing like egg'n'cheese on a NY bagel) with his stereo blasting jazz. He's got a wonderfully kind face. He's there for his and OUR pleasure - to maybe give us a little lift before heading in to work for the rest of the day.
I always smile and say hello, but today, I finally stopped to let him know that he's my favorite New York moment.
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