I do not sit and sigh for wealth untold,
It never thrusts itself into my schemes;
I shrink from all your piles of clanking gold,
Better my sparkling hoard of golden dreams.
A life of limousined and jeweled ease is but a round of fathomless ennui.
Your motor cars, your pearls, your sables, these are naught to me.
Better a homely flat in Harlem's wilds, than a costly living's spurious benefits.
Better a simple buttercake at Childs' than caviar and stalled ox at the Ritz.
Your unearned gold to me, is shot with flaws; A life of honest toil I'd make my lot.
Which really makes it very nice, because it's what I've got.
-Dorothy Parker
Brooding time for our local hawks
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Hawk nesting season has officially begun as Tompkins Square red-tailed
hawks, Amelia and Christo, are brooding eggs. We do not now how many there
are, bu...
4 days ago
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