Sunday Morning Starbucks Window, Greenwich Village
|Starbucks. Christopher Street.|
I'm waiting for Mark Janas. We're headed to the tunnel and over into Bay Ridge. Jake joins us.
|Woman with ambulance.|
|This guy seemed homeless.|
He came inside and started talking to himself.
But at least he's well groomed.
|This is me, reading.|
This morning, it's "The Island at the Center of the World,"
which sounds like SF, but is a history of Dutch Manhattan.