Thursday, April 07, 2005

IT'S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL

My trip to work.

My trip from work to Happy Hour.

My trip from Happy Hour to home.

One of these days I really have to see what's south of 50th Street. Seriously.

By the way, don't believe those travel times. Three minutes to travel a mile in Manhattan traffic? Maybe after the next outbreak of bubonic plague. But not today.