I love the energy of New York, even though it would destroy me to live there.  A love-hate thing, I guess. Friday morning, Maria and I got up at 5 a.m. and walked downtown to Times Square, which was quiet but by no means deserted. There I ran into the most stylish street sweeper I have seen in awhile, the man in the red suit with a cell phone in his hand checking his messages. He just spoke to me of life in New York City and in America.