As I was going to bed, trying to read
Wonderful Town, a collection of New York focused stories from
The New Yorker and being somewhere in between being too tired and being an insomniac, I remembered a night a year and a half ago, stepping out of Lincoln Center a bit past midnight and taking a cab down to
Orchard, one of my favorite bars in the city.
I don't know why, but there's a bit of a halo around that cab ride in my memory. The colors are a little off (white's are very sharp), like the night shots in
Bringing Out The Dead. Beautiful night. I miss the east.