No, my friends, that's not a typo in the title -- these cherry blossoms are cheery indeed. And where in the world did I find them? I'll give you a hundred guesses and they will all be wrong - except for you lucky denizens of upper Broadway who may have lifted your jaded eyes for a moment. This was the heralding of our spring this year and more important, it was an appropriate farewell to the winter from hell (is that an oxymoron? isn't hell supposed to be hot as .. well, you know what).
Finding these blossoms was a reminder not to let beauty just go - whoosh - over my head. Look up, Arlen, look up - and I bid you join me. In any case, if you look up you'll have a better chance of ducking falling Kryptonite.
Finding these blossoms was a reminder not to let beauty just go - whoosh - over my head. Look up, Arlen, look up - and I bid you join me. In any case, if you look up you'll have a better chance of ducking falling Kryptonite.