Last night, I had a rehearsal on the upper east side. I went through Central Park and was running late. I didn't even have time to say hello to a jogger I know. I just waved and yelled hi. My competitive juices got going in the park, and it felt like old days. I used to ride there a lot.

Going home late at night, I did something I never do, which is not to go home the straight way. I took Lexington Ave down and then took the East River bike route down to the Lower East Side. Spanish speakers have nicknamed it Loisaida, and in honor of that, the city has nicknamed Avenue C as Loisaida Avenue. Say it in a Spanish accent, and you'll understand it.