|Signs at St. John the Divine|
"New York was the only city I'd ever encountered that moved more than I did. Nothing sat still. Nothing rested. Not even the dogs were allowed to be lazy. Instead they were shuffled outside for "walks" by anxious owners wielding plastic bags, waiting impatiently for their precious pups to poop so they could move on to that meeting they always seemed to be late for."
Angie Day, The Way to Somewhere