Do My Dogs Ever Hurt

This experiment in live mobile blogging continues. I’m still in Manhattan, though am hunkered in Grans Central Terminal resting my abused feet. Too much walking today.

At lunch today I met a talent agent who represents local news personalities from Ottawa! Also met his lovely British escort who, surprise surprise, was taken with my juvenile spoon tricks. At the same time I met a local musician and his wife who kept feeding me pancakes.

My friend, a local, commented that she had never known strangers to converse so much in a New York restaurant. “Welcome to my world,” I told her. Nothing brings people together like childish spoon tricks.

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