one mile feels like ten

On the New York City side of the Hudson, there is a lovely park with paths for biking, jogging, walking; piers with activities for kids; piers where people sunbathe and watch each other. On the Jersey side, so far there are only one or two developed piers or paths. Taking advantage of a January thaw, I walked/ran to the river, and then blended with the other dozens out enjoying the sun alongside it for barely a block. I happily panted home and found my copy of the Times waiting, which had dog pee on its delivery casing. That part wouldn’t happen in New York, because frankly, in most of my prior buildings it would have been stolen. Point: NJ.

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