The town and country polemic in Aesop's Fables has been on my mind a lot lately as I decide where to call home.
I know the moral that he's trying to expose--that it's safer to limit one's ambitions--but I just keep fixating on the rodents themselves.
As soon as I think I have my city column filled, I queasily quiver from the memory of one of New York's 70-million finest scuttling across the peep of my peep toe pumps on his (or her) way to a midnight pizza party in Tompkins Square Park.
Town mouse, my foot!
Long overdue for a retitling and a rewrite, the new moral of the story is clear:
Always cab it past parks at night.