Got out of Penn Station and it was snowing to go along with the 21 degrees.
Nevertheless, on the corner of 33rd and 8th a man was doing a one handed handstand against the subway railing and playing a trumpet with the other hand.
I would have a picture of this but I point you to my first sentence and the thought that if I take a picture then I have to give the guy a dollar and, knowing me, probably have to have a stop and chat with the upside down trumpeter in the snow and cold.
Then I got to my building and I ran into Arianna Huffington. But no picture again because I’d have to give her a dollar… blah, blah, blah.