All I'm asking, New Yorkers, is that you either honestly document the city, including the trash bags that get buried for months under the snow when the blizzard hits, or quit clogging up my feed with propaganda.
When the Empire State Building was completed in 1931, it became the tallest skyscraper in the world. While it may no longer be the tallest, this massive but graceful Art Deco masterpiece remains unsurpassed as an icon of New York.
For most people around the world, Grand Central Terminal is not so much a train station as a metaphor for directionless mayhem, traffic run amuck, bodies barely dodging one another -- only a miracle can divert a head-on collision of either man or machine.
I am not sure how many people have to die at the hand of crazed gunmen before the conversation in the political arena moves from foolishness, like birth certificates, to something urgent, like gun control.