In my younger years, two wives and one husband ago, New York was the heart of the world- a stupendous stage where millions of strangers came and went like factory smoke among the chatter and the buildings and the stores. At 8:30am each morning I used to watch as people in business suits and dresses made their way to their offices, speaking rapidly on the phone about what they had to do and what hadn’t been done. They were like bees, I noticed, toiling all day and sometimes nights while waiting for the weekend, only to do continue the cycle the following
