Bridge

There can be too much conversation. I am not as people from my part of the world are, when it comes to talking. I prefer silence. Of course, if I meet people like the bright young doctor at dinner on Friday, I wouldn't mind listening.

Watched more autumn leaves falling in the wind before making it back to Manhattan, and then took another stroll across the bridge to Brooklyn. The sunset was a surprise, but.

More pizza for dinner tonight, after waiting long at the line before Grimaldi's. The owner, the doorman Arnie and the waiters were almost right out of The Godfather! The pizza was good. Few toppings make for a good pizza.