Faith + Reason = Truth

Do you feel a little bit different while in Manhattan, and even more so when you return to your native land?  I do.  I'm somewhat awestruck at the sheer magnitude of the place, which seems like 20 downtown Dallases crammed onto 1 little island.  But older and dirtier (where the hell are the trash and dumpster services?)  Even the newspaper has the famous tag line right there at the top:  "All the News That's Fit to Print".  And some that isn't, while they're at it.  Like who, outside of a few ultra-wealthy residents of the island, would possibly concern themselves with a zip code being split into 3 zip codes?  The supposedly famousest zip code in America, 10021, comprised of a rectangle extending away from Central Park/5th Avenue, across Madison and Park Ave. and other famous streets, was split by the USPS into 3 zips, leaving lots of billionaires and cultural luminaries out in the cold.  Lots of them still get the prestigious code for their stationery (Bill Cosby comes to mind as one of the chosen few), but others including Mayor Bloomberg and maybe Rupert Murdoch and a host of others (their names all run together in my mind at this point) have been banished.  Anyway, I don't care, and neither do you.
Another article from that day was more interesting, as my hometown Mavericks were in town against the Knickerbockers the night before.  The sports page had a great, insightful article about the self-made billionaire owner Mark Cuban, his self-made coach Avery Johnson, lots of non-blue chip players, triumphing over the blueblood Madison Square Garden-inheriting owner of the Knicks and his silver spoon coach and blue chip players (or at least they have blue chip salaries and shoe deals).  Give me self-made over entitled, give me our black coach over theirs, give me the German over the playground star, and bring that trophy home (after receiving it from the commissioner, who also works in New York.  Damn them!)