The New Yorker

Years ago, long before I got it into my head that NYC is the place to be, I became enamoured of The New Yorker magazine. At first it was the covers, humorous, colorful, fascinating, and then it was the cartoons, and then "The Talk of Town" and the reviews, and the articles... The list goes on. For several years I subscribed. I even collected old issues, dreaming of owning a copy of each and every one. Years later, I halted my subscription, either for lack of space, or lack of time, but more likely because I found myself following some other will-o-the-wisp. Just recently, as I have been planning my move to New York, my interest in the magazine has arisen once more. I am thinking about subscribing again, maybe on Amazon's Kindle, to save paper and trees, or maybe the old-fashioned way, so I might restart that collection. In either case, here's a recent humorous piece, "Tails of Manhattan", on Bernie Madoff, written by none other than Woody Allen, who is another reason, why for me, New York City just feels right. Enjoy.