In New York City, when you're out of work...you always have a back up job- like dog-walking. In a place like this, there is an opportunity to prosper...or at least, pay your rent. All so you have time to write the great American novel/play/script or pursue your dreams. Theoretically, at least.
Miles and I are off to South America for a week so I won't be posting. And come to think of it- that's another reason to love New York. International Airports abound!
Sunday, September 13, 2009
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