Lazy Sunday afternoon, 71°F , New York City Even when I was still full from lunch, I couldn’t help but salivate when I saw the...
Sometimes a crumb falls
From the tables of joy,
Sometimes a bone
To some people
Love is given,
Langston Hughes (1902-1967)
So what does the poem Luck has to do with an expatriate in New York?
Apparently, a lot. Lots of luck …