Okay. a short story

The reason this blog is called Chase in New York is be cause my name is Chase, and I had a boss named Reese Schonfeld. He was-- and probably still is-- a very smart man. I had been on the CBS Morning Show when he discovered me. He decided I needed to come work at CNN, which he had recently founded. He is a man of many talents, and he's founded a lot of things including the Food Channel. I assured him nobody would watch such a channel except maybe his mother, but fortunately for him, he didn't listen.
Anyhow, he put me on a show called Chase'n New York, because he liked the pun. It was a great job for a long time. I went out with a crew every day and recorded strange and wonderful things. There was a lady down in the lower East side where needles and other drug paraphernalia was strewn everywhere, and she cleaned up a whole empty lot, and grew flowers and trees and performed wedding services for those who wanted them. I met a little man who was holed up in a huge empty building on Fourteenth Street, because the owners of the building couldn't get him out, so they could tear the place down. He-- the little man was a barber-- had to come down several fights to open the locked door whenever he had a customer. I also went to the upper east side, where there was a beautiful old town house, which had once boasted a horse ring out in the back.
It was now used as a place that taught tea ceremonies, and I got to squirm around on the floor in a rather unsightly fashion, but learned quite a bit about the ways of tea. I'll tell you other things I've learned when I know you better.