Heavy rain paints New York like a color-blind impressionist, all hazy outlines and variations on the color gray. Katie and I are driving a truck through Manhattan to the storage space.
"I was watching 'Barney Miller' with your mom the other night," I say, "and I told her that show and 'Sesame Street' were my basic ideas of what New York was gonna be like before I moved here."
"And I was right," I add, gesturing to the view out the windshield.
One year ago: Unneeded
Two years ago: In Peace Park, Hiroshima
Three years ago: Morning - Four (Noseblind)
Four years ago: In Spite of Myself