springtime in the city

Although I'm ready to move on to less insane pastures, New York City certainly has its charms, and they are none more apparent than in the spring.  The fall is probably my favorite season overall, but the city sure is lovely with all the flowering trees in bloom, temperature just right - warm sun, cool breeze - mmm.  And people are starting to emerge, as well - in fact, on my way to work this morning, I passed two elderly women on the street in time to hear one of them say to a passing gentleman, in a slow, deep voice: "Niiiice day.  Would you like to hear about Armageddon?"