Reason No. 38567 to Love Being Back in NY

... Germans come and play Dixieland music on your corner.  Also, the lambada.  No, seriously.  We heard music playing (and by "heard music playing," I mean "felt our floor shaking") and when we got outside, we found a crowd of New Yorkers rocking out (an older couple did a great swing routine: two women boogied merrily, I tapped my foot like Thumper on methamphetamines, etc.).

It lasted for almost an hour before the cops arrived, at three minutes past ten: all I can say to my cop-calling neighbors is, you folks are missing out.  Seriously, it is always better to join the party than it is to break up the party.

I am still amused by the sight of the fire-fighters from down the block slinking away when the cops arrived ....

Reason No. 38567 to Love Being Back in NY

... Germans come and play Dixieland music on your corner.  Also, the lambada.  No, seriously.  We heard music playing (and by "heard music playing," I mean "felt our floor shaking") and when we got outside, we found a crowd of New Yorkers rocking out (an older couple did a great swing routine: two women boogied merrily, I tapped my foot like Thumper on methamphetamines, etc.).

It lasted for almost an hour before the cops arrived, at three minutes past ten: all I can say to my cop-calling neighbors is, you folks are missing out.  Seriously, it is always better to join the party than it is to break up the party.

I am still amused by the sight of the fire-fighters from down the block slinking away when the cops arrived ....