88 degrees in Manhattan now, and as far as I’m concerned it might as well be 94. The Upper West Side locals look stressed, damp, anxious and a bit irritated. And most of the paunchy, fair-skinned men are wearing shorts and (avert my eyes!) mandals.
There are ragged-looking guys walking around at a slow, sludgy pace, and you can sense that they’re not going anywhere…they’re just walking around.
There’s only one way to do NYC in this climate, and that’s indoors with quietly humming a.c. And you can only go out between 9 pm and 1 am — a four-hour window.
