New York Times: Headline News (2)

I was asleep early, 36 floors up, when I was awoken by the sound of horns and screams outside. It sounded like the world's worst highway accident, in an urban setting. Oh no. But the honking and screaming continued, longer than could be explained by horror at carnage. And it was coming from all over. I turned on the TV, found some news: The Yankees had won the World Series.

Friday, I'd been walking down the West Side, looking at the piers for the big cruise liners, and was in the West Village when the empty floats went past.

When I cut East I found myself walking through crowds of effervescent Yankees fans, grinning and whooping. "Hey, nice shirt!" one of them told me. I looked down at my "Hectic Planet" t-shirt. "Uh..." I said, but my complimentor was already being swept away.

I was walking Northward, up the East Side, and was going past the U.N. area. I heard the motorcycles, heard the sirens. A motorcade was coming through. I looked over. I am so ignorant of international affairs, I wouldn't know Joe International Leader if he walked up and bit me on the ass. I looked at the busses zipping past, busses with signs proclaiming "staff" "team" "family". Here I was at the U.N., and I knew who was in that motorcade--it was the Yankees, heading North. A small boy on the sidewalk waved and saluted.

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