Here I am in New York in October -- Central Park, to be exact. It was a crisp, sunny stroll through the world's most spectacular urban park.
I had just come from Mario Batali's Eataly cafe and artisanal Italian marketplace, a few metro stops away in the Flatiron District. At this moment, I'm feeling like a local with my grocery bag, iPod and subway navigation skills. I'm pretty sure Van Morrison's "Tupelo Honey" came on just about now.
It was a warm, cozy fall moment.
