Since moving to New York I’ve learned the importance of a well stocked summer bag. You can’t venture out into the city on a summer day willy-nilly. Well, everyone attempts this foolish venture at least once (maybe twice), and then about three hours later you find yourself sunburned, parched, and smelling of… well, the city while you melt onto the cement at 2nd and 13th. So you retreat into your air conditioned cubicle of an apartment vowing to never venture out again.
