On Saturday, fourteen of us cabbed to John's Pizzeria for the most incredible New York pizza. I'm still having visions of pizza dancing in my head. (My visions might make me drool just a little bit, but I didn't just say type admit that.)
On the way to John's, I sat up front with the cabbie.
He scared me.
His initial gruffness turned to cautious friendliness, followed by outright delight.
His name is Spiro.
This photo of Spiro is my favorite photo out of the zillions I took during my six days in NYC.
Everything about it says "New York" to me.
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