What Season Is It?

It's this time of year when everyone is wondering what season it is. Winter? Spring? Summer? I'm here to tell you it's Fat Assed Tourist season. (David Letterman coined that phrase not me.) Yesterday afternoon, I was out and about running errands. I'm not convinced they were all tourists, but the streets were full. The subway was full. Trash bins were overflowing. There was a line to get into restaurants, too. I swear if one more person had been on this island, the whole place would have popped. I'm hoping that today the airports are full, and everyone returns to their lovely homes so I can enjoy mine. Thank you and have a pleasant journey.