Walking back from holiday party at Black Rock (Moonves a no-show due to a funeral, but pigs-in-a-blanket delightful), lamenting just how slippery the whole of midtown is when it’s precipitating. Thick stone slabs + worn down soles + rain = all the unintentional comedy one could want.
I cross 50th on 5th, and my consternation turns to the tourists, packed several deep to look at the tree in Rockefeller Center, to see the window displays at Saks.
I see a sign between 49th and 50th that says “Don’t Even THINK of Parking Here.”
It was an official looking sign, like the Department of Transportation had authorized it. It was brilliant. It was, as the cliche goes, only in New York.
Instead of cursing the tourists and the foul weather, I took a moment to enjoy the giant Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center. A bit blue for my tastes, but otherwise lovely.
Christmas in New York…