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Tell us about the boy from New York City

Whoo-eee! Ain’t nothin like it. After a restless red-eye flight, no sleep (in fact about 3 hours sleep in 2 nights), got a $20 van ride from JFK in to the hotel, Lexington and E 51st, and voila, the room was ready at 9 AM, so I’m now set up at Shelter Publications East Coast headquarters for the next 7 days.

I got cleaned up, checked email, got B. B. Kings Bluesville station (Sirius satellite radio) playing on my MacBook, and I am stylin…

I took a 30-40-min walk to check out the immediate hood. The people. The people. There are so many more people of substance on the streets than you see in California. They’re low on lame-os. A huge black guy, maybe 6′-9,” 285 lbs of muscle; an elegantly dressed guy speaking Italian; a 12–year-old girl dressed to the nines, walking down the street with her Dad, talking like a college grad; great-looking women of all persuasions, exotic tattooed punks…

The great depth of cafes and restaurants, the killer traffic, an ambulance went screaming down 3rd, bagel and hot dog stands, a lot of street food, the weather is actually perfect, overcast, maybe 70 with a breeze and a few refreshing raindrops. When she’s good, she’s very, very…

I’m about to set out for some reconnoitering…Oh boy!