This morning I watched eighty-some-odd-year-old Bill Cunningham's fashion segment in the NY Times. I suppose I was in a sentimental mode, but it was served as an immediate cue to how amazing living in New York is.
There are pros and cons to city living. It's hot as hell here. Exercise happens in cages instead of fields. But the confluence of so many different elements, people, economies, thoughts, inspirations etc. all meeting together at a central location creates something electric. It's akin to the mouth of a river or an estuary in all its beautiful cliche-ness...
Building on this, shortly after I posted this this morning I came across this in my Facebook feed from Humans of New York:
After I'd taken his photograph, his caretaker offered a formal introduction: "This is Banana George," she said, "the world's oldest barefoot waterskier. He's 97 now. When he was 92, he set the world record for the oldest person to waterski barefoot."
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