Last night I took the bus in from the airport (new financial mentality) and as it went across 125th street in Harlem, I got all teary eyed. So many different types of people: an elderly turned-out black woman with a cane that had a lions’s head carved on the handle (complete with a marble in its mouth); a white girl talking on her cell phone (“whaddup?” she said.); a guy with a tee shirt with pictures of the Vice and Prez: Dumb and Dumber and a young attractive family from South America clutching their luggage, the boy wide eyed as their friend gave them a running commentary in Spanish. Got off that bus, walked past the Apollo theatre and at the next bus bus stop there was a record store blaring a tribute to James Brown and a soul food restaurant ($4.95…all meat $5.99) that really smelled good. I almost cried.