There are pet shops all over the place where I live and everyday I torture myself by going to look at the puppies. I would love to have a dog. But I live on the top floor of a walk-up and between that and the cats, I don’t think it would be a good idea. So, instead I make myself miserable by looking at all the cuteness that I can never possess. This is a window full of puggles on 6th Avenue.
Sigh. Well, today I’m going out to Long Island to do one of my most favorite things in the world. I’m going to visit a police warehouse to see what they’ve been storing since 1925.