Yesterday a colleague mentioned that walking to work each morning can be such an adventure. She had just arrived in the office after emerging from the Bryant Park station as a pack of Nascar race cars were parading down 42nd Street.
This morning, it was Jack Black standing with a bunch for random Santa Clauses (an Elvis Santa, a Wisconsin Cheesehead Santa, a Cowboy Santa) in the middle of Times Square.
And then (just moments ago) the GMA crew themselves graced the nation with their presence, and I'm signing off now to grace my boss with mine.
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