Last week I worked from Google's Manhattan office. Strolling through Central Park upon arriving in NYC, I saw a crowd gathered in a circle, with boombox music emanating from the middle.
It turned out to be a dance fest, on wheels. Roller skate guy was topped by the couple on the Segway.
During the middle of the week, I overheard one New Yorker tell another that the weather forecast predicted snow. I looked up skeptically at the brilliant sun overhead.
Friday morning came. Vindication was had, alas not by me.
It snowed all day. That evening, I clambered over piles of slush in Times Square to attend a musical, slipping on ice with a multitude of shivering tourists.
Ah, New York, the manic depressive of cities.