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New York is such a continually fantastical experience. The subway was broken, so I took the bus, walked up Broadway, and there out of the blue, making it very hard to get to my office, was the end of the Korea Day parade, with people in costumes and floats and marching bands (playing When the Saints Go Marching In), and cops overseeing it all, one of them on a gorgeous and very hot-tempered Arabian that was pratically jumping up and down as it was menaced by a miniature sheep dog. And all of that is now all of what can be heard from my little desk, in my little office, in front of the great big window.