Every New Yorker I spoke with, including myself, agreed that our tremendous spirit is a heartwarming beacon of inspiration to humanity. I am only glad that our suffering, like Christ's, could coincide with the holidays.I post because I fell victim to the idiocy of telling my dad how "New Yorkers" responded to the strike. As if such people actually existed.
My dad, midwestern Atlas of nonjudgement that he is, did not call me out as a twit who deserved to be trussed up in his own cliches and pelted with 'Sex in the City' boxed sets.
