Nothing says “Happy Birthday, Jesus!” quite like walking down to Westlake Park and hailing a horse. And so, on Christmas Eve, I did.
I still remember the previous time I rode in a carriage. I was about 10 years old, in Manhattan, and we had just finished watching the Pirates of Penzance on Broadway. After the show there were no cabs, so we hailed a carriage. Upon reaching our destination, an argument ensued when the “driver” tried to shake us down for the return fair to Times Square. It turned into a big thing, and it kind of ruined the
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