my pal gossie was famous at my previous paper for loudly proclaiming “NEW YORKERS LOVE DICK’S,” totally unaware. you probably had to be there. i had another weird day. slept late, loitered at art joint all day, ate a bunch of jalapeños, and then ran. But the sun was down, the blue moon was orange and the temp was pleasant. and it WASN’T 7 in the morning, which i’ve never actually seen but have heard terrible stories about. 5 miles (13:06) on the bay. not a bad saturday night.