New Yorkers are stuck in a gloomy mucilage of mutual commiseration.
The waterfront without the Ferry Tower would be like a birthday cake without a candle.
Best trumpet: Mike Vax, an alumnus of the Kenton Band, who plays every style with a bright cutting edge, throwing in bop riffs here and there.
Isn't it nice that people who prefer Los Angeles to San Francisco live there?
A city is a crazy concrete jungle whose people at the end of each day somehow make a small step ahead against terrible odds.
A city is not gauged by its length and width, but by the broadness of its vision and the height of its dreams.