Small Things…

People always think that life in New York is anonymous and disconnected, but I find it to be the opposite.  Case in point, I just dropped some shirts at the dry cleaner across the street and he filled out the tag with my name without asking me.  It’s not like I’m there every day (or even every week), but that small gesture made me feel like I belonged here a little.  Funny thing is that I don’t recall that kind of thing ever hapening in the various small towns I have lived in.