A Walk with Windy and Dusty

Wow...the wind just comes and hits you in the face as you're walking down the street as if it's got some kinda vendetta against you.

I wore a white shirt today and I could swear it's brown now. Some serious pollution effects I guess. More work for the dry cleaners down south.

Aside from that, I love just walking around the city. It's the best exercise plan I've found yet.

I think everyone walking down the streets of New York tries to do their best impression of looking like they are natives. Everyone does a pretty good job, too, until they see that one random thing that they really want a picture of. Then they enter tourist-zone and bust out the camera.

I think I'm doing a pretty good job faking it though. I've walked about a day and already two people have asked me directions. I was walking down Broadway around the intersection with Broome and someone asked me "Where's Grand?" I was like "down thadda way..." Damn, for a second I felt like I've been living here forever. Later someone asked me where Canal was. I kinda knew but didn't want to say the wrong thing, so I did what other city natives walking down the street do: ignored the person. I bet he thought "damn cityfolk, can't even take a second to help." Ha.