New York City Lottery
No matter how well I play the game, will I ever have this?
You see, every morning I wake up and place a bet on how my day will proceed.
Will I win?
Lose?
The great authors tell us that New York is a city of infinite possibility. But the flip side of always feeling hopeful–coming this-close to success– is the breeze of despair and failure.
You smell money in the air up here. Down South (and in the picture at left), you smell languor, marvelous little ions bouncing from the Gulf waters onto the sand and finally in through the screened porch…
July 23rd, 2008 at 1:45 pm
I’m partial to the smell of money and the assorted seediness that comes with it. It never lets you down and brings you instant happiness. Of course, easy-come, easy-go.
August 9th, 2008 at 3:12 pm
I recognize that pic! Wonderful memories!