I hate helicopters. Every few minutes another one barges into the serenity of my garden, interrupts my thoughts and bangs mercilessly on my nerves. Don’t tell me this is the price you have to pay to live in New York.

It’s just rich people with no regard for externalities.

Author: Beth Browde

Runner. Fiction writer. Explorer. Free range thinker. Management Consultant. And many other things.

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