what i miss about living in the bronx, as discovered this past weekend.

1. chicken parmagiana.
2. the way the yooz pronounciation of "yous" is accepted seamlessly, as opposed to New England, where yuhz will always be awkward.
3. the anger outlet that New Yorkers have in their mayor, no matter who that mayor may be.
4. proximity of Manhattan, and all that comes with that proximity, including but not limited to everybody I saw Saturday night.

I'm looking forward to expanding this list, as I'm going back today to help with preschool graduation. Expect future entries such as:

5. the taste of paste
6. hugs with pudgy little paint-covered arms
7. the smell of sweaty three-year-olds