Ah, the smell of flowers - New York in the Spring! Well, not quite Spring really . . . more like February.
New York in February brings back such fond memories. Blizzards shutting the city down, being unable to get to New York from Chicago for love nor money, being unable to get back to Chicago from New York, being unable to get to meetings across town, streets lined with piles of snow on every corner and ponds of melting snow to cross at every intersection. Hell in dress shoes. You can’t get a cab in a blizzard, either, so walking is often the only way to go. “Shanks mare,” my mother used to say. I have no idea what it means, but it may have something to do with walking.
During Lund and Company's first Toy Fair long ago we found ourselves in a welfare hotel. I'm not sure we have those here in Chicago. There were paying guests on some floors, and not so much on others. This was fine except when visitors from one floor stole your pants when you were in the shower. Mike Ferris, God rest his sweet soul, had just that happen, and not surprisingly, his arrival at the toy building was a bit delayed that first day.
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