It is June 1. I don’t know how this happened. The Upper West Side, as such, is just rife with lush, lush, trees. While walking in Riverside Park this morning, if I ignored the lovely few of New Jersey across the river, I could almost pretend I was in the Greentree City. Almost. The white babies in strollers pushed by women of a different ethnicity gave it away.
Hello? I Forgot My Mantra. 