Stripey Sunset

I wandered into Brooklyn, which has become the hipster version of Calcutta, to see Stephen Elliott read from his new book. After three glasses of wine I was certain that Brooklyn was getting a better sunset than we were in Manhattan. Thanks to the miracle of cell phones, I was able to confirm that indeed, the sunset from Manhattan was also striped. What a lovely evening, discussing whether we know there is love, or only wish there was love, on the magical waterfront that is the East River.