One hot day in 2007 or 2008. 105 degrees in the shade. Had a limited amount of time in the area, and only get to the area every blue moon. Walked the route anyway. Gave thanks for Wall Street. And as always, hated to leave.
"After the first glass, you see things as you wish they were. After the second, you see things as they are not. Finally, you see things as they really are, which is the most horrible thing in the world."
--Oscar Wilde on Absinthe