New York likes to bill itself as "the greatest city in the world," and it's true that after half a century of visits I still find something new, not just a street I've never walked down before but a phenomenon I've never seen in all my travels elsewhere.
Last Saturday, for instance, Washington Square Park offered for your musical enjoyment not just the obligatory drummer, and the likely jazz trio, but a classical pianist who sat in shorts and high black socks at a baby grand piano that had been placed in the middle of one of the park's major cross lanes.
As impressive as the response to my Op-Ed piece has been the concern, especially from the readers who took the trouble to find my email address and write to me personally. I have received suggestions on gluten-free products (granted, one from a producer of such products) and recommendations for Chinese restaurants in the DC area. In fact, the writer said he would treat Hania and me to dinner at one the next time we're in the area. People - as is not always evident when reading "Comments" - are often very nice.