Last night…

…I stepped out of John Dory onto Broadway, looked south, and heard a voice behind me “nice hair!” I turned to find two cougars finishing their cigarettes. I thanked them, they smiled and stepped back into the bar.

After which, Sasha introduced me to his friend Tom, who’d taken his first Square transaction earlier in the day—a wholesale batch of his artisanal tonic.

Remarkable territory, this “mid-town.”