Usually, this proverb ends “when you’re having a good time!” But when I say it, the phrase ends “when you’re not paying attention.”
Time, tide and deadlines wait for no man and precious few book authors. I must order the proof copy (meaning, the last chance to correct errors and oddities before publishing for reals) of “40 Ways of Looking at Manhattan” from the printer tomorrow at midnight. A) Because this is my best shot at having the book ready to order by July 4th, a special anniversary in our world, and B) Because there’s a special offer too good to miss.
Therefore, this post is exceedingly short: my attention must be away elsewhere. So you can ponder, as I have for weeks now, where in heaven’s name could this nameless door possibly be? I’ve searched up and down Greene Street and Wooster Street, but really, it could be anywhere in Soho. Or Lower Manhattan. Or even Brooklyn.
Do you recognize it? Would you care to hazard a guess anyway? Drop a note in the comments and I’ll check it out in Google Maps’ time machine.
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