Twenty five years after my last visit I am headed to New York this week, for work.
Back then I was a cash-strapped recent graduate with a Greyhound bus 'Ameripass' off on a coast-to-coast ramble, all desert boots and Dylan tapes; this time it'll be new suit and shiny shoes and doing my best to sound sensible.
New York playlist? Check (even contains Sting!).
And all being well I'll be back Friday night, though a bit too late for the usual around here, I expect.