Noo Yawk.
Where the girls wear miniskirts through the week of Christmas.
Where pizza costs seven dollars a slice.
Where you have time to snap precisely ONE picture before your train leaves.
Where there’s no train to Manassas, but there is a train to Manhasset.
Where a walk down the street reminds you of “Blade Runner.”
Known also as the praying mantis.
We’ve got ’em in New York. But they are both larger and far more numerous in Virginia.
Apparently, the ancient Greeks regarded them as magical creatures who could tell lost travelers the way home.
This piece from the Washington Post is somewhat more reassuring than the headlines I’ve scanned at the supermarket.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 