Dear Diary:
It was the morning after the February blizzard and I decided that I had to have a New York adventure, so I walked up the block to my local coffee shop.
All was well except the crosswalk in front had not been shoveled. I was a bit stymied by the heap of snow before me when all of a sudden I was surrounded by a gaggle of rugged construction guys.
They looked at me and at one another and suddenly lifted me over the snow bank! I couldn’t believe it. I’m not young nor light but for a moment I felt like a feather, like a ballerina floating in the air. I bought them all coffee and we left together, and with one final lift I was on my way home.
What a gift they gave an aging, not so light, die-hard New Yawker who hasn’t lost her spirit of adventure. Thank you guys!
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