What I love about this story, is that over a century ago, New Yorkers were claiming the exact same thing we still claim: that we seem colder than anyone but once you’re in trouble we’re the kindest, most helpful people in the world. I don’t know if it’s true, but I like that it’s what we aspire to.
Bro sent this photo of a green anole that just wandered up to him, and I'm sharing with you because there isn't enough lizardposting.
So we’re doing “who’s a real New Yorker” discourse, and as I do when this comes up, I note that at the very beginning of the 20th C, O Henry wrote down how you get to be a New Yorker: www.online-literature.com/o_henry/4529/
Life goal: Get a plaque this good
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Possible answer to “who has standing to block Trump’s stolen slush fund”.
