I just learned a new twitterish acronym that describes my manic state – FoMO, which stands for “fear of missing out.” It’s exactly why I spent the first half of last week in Davos, and then caught a flight for the presidential inauguration – which I celebrated in Mexico City. Didja miss me?
I expected little noise locally in light of the national doings, and fortunately the news gods cooperated.
Yet my voyage back swept me past the Midtown Tunnel 2.017, which was denuded of it’s toll booth last week! Then, I awoke this morning to Continue reading