asks Josh. After last night, I assumed this morning we’d linger, but he had us up and out. Showered and dressed, hailing a cab to take me for, you got it, a surprise. “They should have a table any minute.” “Oh, good,” I say. “It is a little cold.” Last night was wonderful. Much better, we took a ...
“I love the pheromones that are released when you dance,” Anne told me as we approached the pier. Pier 25’s Sunday Night Moondance was a definite summertime perk in Manhattan. The August night was steamy, and it felt like we had run off to a paradise on some other island. ...