One feature of NYC I have recently noticed is that people run.
Not for exercise, not jogging, not, as I initially suspected, to get away from the cops, but for some other unknown reason all their own.
I have seen people run in the, “jeez, I’m late” kind of way, but I wasn’t so surprised by that type of running. I’m talking about the weird running for no apparent reason. I’m talking about the guy wearing brown corduroy pants running down the middle of the street on a Sunday.
Another feature of this city that has me intrigued. People run. It’s just that kind of town.