The Usual

"Grande Iced Americano, please" is usually how I start my day in the Summer. Then off I go and witness Westchester's residents start their day as usual. The Bucks is in Ardsley, the station is Hawthorne, the home is Mount Pleasant. All pretty typical of the sleepy little towns north of The Big Apple along the Metro North corridors.

Only in Westchester do I find stacks of wood so neatly stacked. The little fellow was pretty bold. He insisted on crossing the path where I was standing and would not walk around me. He would charge and then retreat. Once I stepped aside he casually continued on his journey.

They use serious machines for serious lawns up here.