I climb the stairs and unlock the deadbolts. There is sunlight glinting off what appear to be diamonds on the floor, hundreds of them. I soon realize they're just bits of glass. Some asshole shot out my window again last night.
Here at Hulu, we actually prefer our sports to be of the imaginary sort, turning our favorite shows and characters into legitimate athletes and pitting them against each other in battles of skill, grace and screaming matches.
Late one warm August afternoon, the food, drink and people carnival that is the stretch of Ninth Avenue running down the center of Manhattan's Hell's Kitchen is up and running. Clinking plates and glasses join random chatter up and down the main drag.
One idea I had is to require all Citibike riders to punch into the terminal when they pick up their bike that they agree to wear a helmet, that they understand and will obey all traffic rules and then be shown a couple of safety tips.