Someone called all the newspapers in New York and told them I'd died. I've been told by almost everyone it was an ex-wife - I've had a few so it's hard to pinpoint which one - but who knows for sure?

Stream of the living world Where dash the billows of strife!-- One plunge in the mighty torrent Is a year of tamer life! City of glorious days, Of hope, and labour and mirth, With room and to spare, on thy splendid bays For the ships of all the earth!

I've almost been hit by a lot of things in New York City. I am pretty sure I have almost been hit by a bike messenger before.

Mayors of New York are almost automatically national figures.

The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world.

New York is my home.