"It's easy to get lost in this city," Detective Ledroit said. I don't know if it was truer in the '80s or today. New York City is the greatest city in the world. (I've visited many of them, and so far, that statement reigns true.) But boy does it make you feel like you're in hell. And I'm not only talking about the subway in the middle of summer. If it's not the people, then it's the circumstances. It 's loud, rude, stinky, unforgiving, and downright demeaning. What cracks me

Oh, Brooklyn. How I love thee, let me count the ways... 1, 2, 3, 4th floor disaster. For an entire month, I lived upstate with my mom, helping her recover from minor surgery. My boyfriend was back home, holding down the fort. My palace of a pre-war apartment is prone to accidents and catastrophic events. I once walked into a completely flooded bathtub that so generously gave me a mini-lake in my 3-foot hallway. I ended up paying $1,000 to fix it because my Super acts like his