French Bulldog traveling northbound near Chelsea Piers, a love storyAugust 20, 2012
A moment taken to explore a possibility, a flirtation perhaps? She was all business and offered nothing more than a business card and a free sample. He thought she was ruthlessly opportunistic, preying on transporters of basketed dogs. “You are a dreamer,” she said. “People have to make a living.”
With more than a dozen miles of bikeway to the George Washington Bridge, he’d have plenty of time to wonder where in their 20 second conversation he went wrong. She expanded operations into seven cities and married well, each time for love, not money.