If you want to know New York, get to know its street cuisine. I learned it early. Growing up in Manhattan's Chelsea neighborhood, I would get a lunch of two hot dogs in steam-soft rolls from the guy who set up his stainless-steel pushcart on the corner of 17th Street every morning, rain or shine, Saturdays and holidays, summer-fall-winter-spring.
Our cities make us great : the freer they are - and more dynamic - the better off we all are. The past few days has demonstrated how we are living in a world where one has to take sides. Either one is for freedom, for social, economic and cultural interaction, for fun, for music, for life. Or one is against these things.