It was the first gorgeous, warm Saturday of the spring. All the little people of New York City came out of hibernation onto the streets, into the parks, onto the bridges.

Jeanhee and I joined a private tour the Brooklyn Bridge with a retired cop named Gary. We learned of the history of bridge jumpers and other fascinating morbidities. Afterwards, we walked across to Brooklyn for pizza at Grimaldi’s and saw Eternal Sunshine for a buck less than they charge in Manhattan.

Tomorrow… the beach!