Martine, à tout à l'heure. Okay?

Skipper and I walked Martine to the subway.

Martine will submerge and come out somewhere in Connecticut.  I will miss her.  It was a joy to have her. 

New York is always enhanced by those who come to visit and have that light of excitement in their eyes. I feed off of that. I don't suck it out like a vampire, rather it reignites my own fire for New York. 

(I am sick and stupid, but happy.)

I thank Martine for the great chats and that smile and the honesty. I feel inspired and challenged,  and... re-lit. I hope we see each again soon. 

But where?

Oh, and I think Skipper misses her too.