Scott is back in New York and already cajoling me to visit. I, in turn, am dying to do so. We're in Minneapolis the middle of next month and then we are sadly lacking in travel plans. I may have to fix this.

I'm now thinking about what Marcus said last night as we drove back to Berkeley: San Francisco is a rougher town than New York, which he considers extremely safe. I've always felt safe in New York as well. I never had to worry about a gun being stuck in my face while eating dinner there.

I've always wanted to live in New York. Maybe in two years, I will.