I continue to make the mistake of using A Moveable Feast, by Ernest Hemingway, as a tool to help me become a better writer. Instead of learning, I become lost in it, and in the end I have learned nothing. I read a good story, but I forgot to learn.
If at any point you find yourself thinking that New Yorkers are angry and mean, make sure to check if:
1) You and your entire family are blocking the entire sidewalk
2) …and walking slower than Ben Stein speaks. “Bueller. Bueller.”
3) …in front of a Subway entrance
4) …while pointing your finger in front of my face at the NYPD for your husband to take a picture.
Yes, dear Tourist.
Welcome to Brooklyn Heights