I Spy a Commuter

A man who is the namesake of my husband, so therefore I like him, has started a blog documenting his walk to work. He is one of those people who lives a life where nothing ever goes wrong and he will be, some day, leader of the free world. As one of the few blessed with continual good fortune, good looks and a polite manner, he managed to find himself a rent stabilized apartment, one that sounds large and has actual bedroom(s?), but too far uptown for my taste. He's a good writer, and an all around guy next door. Please welcome him to the lower half of Manhattan.