We Finally Got a Piece of the (Big Apple) Pie

Colleen & I have been life-long renters. So we felt a bit like The Jeffersons yesterday, after closing on our very first apartment:



We are indeed "Movin' on up," but not to the "east side" or a "deluxe apartment in the sky." Rather, we are staying in our working-class neighborhood of Inwood, and moving to a "modestly priced co-op apartment with partially obstructed views."

I tried to do George's Check-Me-Out strut while walking into our building for the first time as an owner, but the effect isn't quite the same without a liveried doorman holding open the door.

And while fish may fry in our new kitchen, beans definitely won't be burning on the grill.