My 1000th post! Ask me anything (that I know the answer to)

Congrats on reaching 1000.

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...I had strayed too far from my family's vacation house. My only companion was my dog Franz, a Belgian Shepard. He'd been my best friend since I was born. I'd wandered so far that day that I could not see the road or anything else---only trees, endless trees. I began to panic and cry. I started racing off in every direction but this only took my deeper, deeper into the woods. Then Franz began to bark, and run off. I feared I'd be totally alone now. But Franz ran back to me, barked again, and ran off again. As I stumbled through the thick undergrowth, Franz would run off, then run back to me, and bark. Again and again. I finally realized that he was trying to lead me somewhere. So I decided to follow him. He lead me back to the road, and to home.

That was the day I was first truly humbled, the day I realized that we humans are but one small part of this planet, that animals can know so much more than we do and that, as I would hear Alan Watts say, years and years later, "We don't come into this world, we come out of it."

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What do you like best about NYC?

...atop one another on this island (I live in Manhattan) that every day is another chance to meet someone totally incredible! I used to live in L.A.---I'd sit in my car on the freeway, stuck in a jam, looking through my window at the person next to me, behind their window, and know that I would never know them. In NYC at night, I often go wandering up to Union Square, or down to Washingto Square, and just hang out. Walk up to come cool cat and say, "Hey!" A fine conversation almost always results. Last week I was in Washington Square after midnight and I chanced upon this guy with a guitar, and he was playing, with Steve Howe-perfection, all the Yessongs. (For you young'uns, that's the band Yes). God, he was brilliant. I sat with him and a bunch of others. We'd shout out Prog Rock tunes and he'd play 'em all. Genesis, King Crimson, Gentle Giant. Zeppelin too. We'd sing along. Oh, babby! 1 a.m. ---bunch of nut-jobs trying to sing "Heart of the Sunrise." You shoulda heard itI I do love this city.

Just round it off to the nearest picosecond.

Congrats!
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...who next year will be attending NYU, just two blocks from my front door. Will they be frequenting the steam-table smorgasbord at Space Market on University Place late at night, like so many other NYU'ers? Somehow, I doubt it. Probably have their own personal chef. If I were a 17-year-old billionaire, I know would.

Will they be commiting suicide, like far too many NYU students have done this year? I doubt it. If I were a 17-year-old billionaire, I know I wouldn't.

Other definition: A NY minute is faster than other minutes, because life in NY is so quick quick quick! Personally, I don't get it. Time is indeed relative, but waiting for the man takes as long here as it does anywhere else.

I once saw Lou Reed walking his dog down by the Hudson. A tiny dog. Much smaller than I would have imagined Lou's dog to be. As he passed, I said, "Lou! Velvets rule!" He said nothing. His dog said, "Woof!"

Or wearing their underwear inside out (to get another 3 days use), either!

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...Like many a lost man, Lisa's dad has ended up here in the teaming metropolis of Gotham. I stumbled across him---quite literally---on the Bowery not long ago. He seemed to have some romantic, antiquated 19th-century notion that the Bowery was where "fellas the likes of me" were supposed to flop. I bought him a Big Mac, gave him $20. I could tell his mental problems were more than just the result of drink, though. He was ranting about "UFO's in Mexico." Said he'd be heading there next.

Private message to Lisa: Dad loves you. He's sorry. But it's best this way.

I am inclinded to agree. Some souls are beyond salvaging.