Stinging January Morning Comments

I saw Sting in the lobby this morning, we were going out and he was coming in. Lisa nudged me, "Sting" was all she whispered. He was with a woman and a man. The woman was talking to the doorman. Sting was dressed all in black except for a long stark-white cashmere scarf, he was chatting and working a dark-gray French-flat-cap around in his hands. His hair is very short and white.

We wanted to walk in the snow, if only for a minute.
A gust of wind caught us as we reached the sidewalk. The two American flags, on either side of the entrance, went rigid, at 9-o'clock as if saluting us. "Jeeez! " I said, like the Georgia girl I am - or was. "Don't be a baby, " Lisa answered, like a true, pittyless New Yorker but her cheeks had turned a child-like pink. She flipped up her collar.
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