Life in NYC
Last spring, I bumped into someone I knew at breakfast. He had moved out to San Francisco with his family a few years ago. He was singing the praises to me. How I should come out to San Francisco more often, that it is such a wonderful way of life, that his kids are so happy running around on the yard, etc.
They not really move to San Francisco because I think of San Francisco as the city. They settled in Marin County which are the suburbs of San Francisco. I was giving him a hard time about that. I assured him that we love NYC and were not going anywhere, ever. He came back that he was going to send me pictures of his happy kids. I said I'd send him pictures of my kids in front of garbage happier than a clam.
I love how people who leave this town feel the need to brag about their new life style. Granted, NYC is not for everyone – and neither is Marin County – but I thought about the conversation I had at breakfast that day when I took this picture of Josh and his friend. Sitting in front of our place, on our scooters, hanging out and in front of tomorrows garbage pick up before going up to a concert in Central Park. They look pretty damn happy. I particularly like Josh's tshirt that sort of defines it for him "NYC AM I".