Uhhh...Mister Mayor?

New York

So, have you ever had a week when you just kept waking up and going through the day. But it was more like gliding?

It doesn't happen often. But when it does, I'm always grateful.

Last Thursday, I went to a dedication of a building that had been extended.( In New York that means you sell the air space.)
I arrived, fussing at the cab driver that I was already late, and the event would hav begun.
The location: 31st Street, near Fashion Istitute of Techology.

I closed the door of the cab and walked by four very large men who were standing outside the building's doors. Once inside, it was packed. I walked over and picked up my name tag and tried to figure out the fastest way to move through the vestibule into the ((now full ) meeting room. Lots of people were milling around; some with programs, some just looking like WFB guys.

As I moved toward the meeting room, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that a door on my left had opened. Some of the folks that had invited me were beginning to move toward the meeting room door. But the first person in the lineup. Well, he caught me by surprise.

"Hello, nice to meet you," said this silver-haired man as he extended his hand.

"Ah....ah. Mr. (gulp) Mayor".
And then he glided past, the rest of my colleagues behind him.

I'm never speechless. But who knew that the mayor of New York would decide to work the crowd my way. Not me.

But will I remember it? Sure. I think he's a brave mayor. And a smart man.

And, like 40+ years ago when someone else extended his hand in the White House rose garden, shock of brown hair, Boston accent, a certain panache that isn't always able to be articulated-- I just smiled and tried to freeze frame the moment.

Not a bad memory for a New York Thursday.
M.C.