Tuesday, February 12, 2008

She never begs, she knows how to choose them

I didn't check the weather this morning, but I'm pretty sure that the wind chill in Manhattan is negative forty. 
 
The woman strolling up sixth avenue in front of me was wearing an above-the-knee skirt and heels.  She reminded me of the type of woman I would have been attracted to in my bachelor days.  Not because she had nice legs, but because she was clearly mentally ill.