A reminder of freedom

Walking home tonight from Chelsea Piers and a night of company sponsored bowling and revelery. It was dark, but as is the case for most of New York there were enough people around to ensure my safety.

I turned down quiet, empty Greenwich Street and see a man lying on the sidewalk in the distance. I'm worried, its late and he isn't moving. I make a decision to speed towards him knowing that I won't be able to sleep if I don't see what's going on and make sure he's okay.

As I approach he stirs, I see that he is not lying down, but kneeling. He's a on a small rug next to his car. He's facing Mecca.

I try not to disturb him as I shuffle by in the darkness. I am glad that I live in a place where people can do this. I remind myself that America is not all bad news. I smile.

You take a block from the bottom...

Okay so I am the Supreme Loser of Jenga, its actually a title I'm proud of.

Not your average Friday night. Exhausted from a long day, we meet up with Jen and Jesse at a bar and end up at Nirish's new place with juice, ice cream and some Jenga. Between Nirish's constant exclamation that each round is "humanly impossible" and beating the odds each time. It truly was a fun night. Thanks you two!