When I’m up at Lincoln Center, I usually grab lunch at the cafeteria run by Juilliard and the School of American Ballet. The crowd there is always entertaining and resembles cross between a high school cafeteria and a college dining hall. Near me today was a teenage boy with a long mullet and a scraggly teenage attempt at mutton chops and, when I saw him, all I could think was, “oh, god…that’s what I looked like to adults when I was in eighth grade.”

Since Manhattan is moving kind of slow today because of the snow, I had a nice leisurely lunch there filled with reading and watching the snow fall among the apartment towers of the upper west side.