After an extended trip to Vancouver, and a pit-stop in Toronto (the center of the known universe), I just got back to New York today. It's always weird when you emerge from that tunnel onto 42nd ST, and the whole city is just there in all its dirty glory.
I knew I was back in New York because someone had taken a giant shit on the E train. Really. And nobody cared. The Toronto subway would be scandalized. The E-train is like the coked-out Lindsay Lohan of subway cars. And I love that crazy skank.