Back to reality.
It's good to get back to the sanity of central New Hampshire life after four days in that nuthouse to the south. We ritualistic hand-washing obsessive/compulsives can be paralyzed by life in the city...where every elevator button is presumably smeared with germs, bacteria, and unknown "cooties."
I admit it. I'm like a fish out of water in the big city.
Funny you don't see more long ski parkas in Times Square.