So...

Today I walked down 72nd St. for a few minutes. I remembered that in high school I visited a special st. On the upper west side called Pomander Walk. Its a street surrounded by big brick apartment buildings. In the middle of it all, there's a metal gate that looks like it let's you into an alleyway. But you open it and walk into a tiny village street, lined with townhouses on both sides. I have a recollection that the roofs were bright red and green but that might be wishful thinking. Every house was different, and some had gardens in front, some had rock gardens.

Manhattan is full of strange places like that, places that are both public and private, if you just know who to ask. I think that's where I'd like to live, in a house where Im hidden and also just a door knock away.