There’s a lot to be said against living in New York City, especially if you’re a White Male American like me. Living in an increasingly anti-White and anti-heterosexual stronghold of the Democrats presents daily problems. But I’ve got to say that I love NYC summers.
How could I not love city in which, at the first blush of Summer, women of all sorts and races cast off their bras and go out and about in various styles of thin and/or tight clothing?
And yes! I’ve adopted the NYC tradition of stoop-sitting, largely to enjoy this wonderful yearly pageant.