The day after the summer solstice, there was a full moon over New York. Yet this seemingly auspicious sign was preceded by a series of small disasters across the city.

With a pardonable sense of exasperation, New Yorkers did their best to follow a stadium–cum–Olympic-bid drama that had more false endings than a Mahler symphony.

The week's unseasonable warmth made the air heavy with scents and odors that seemed to call forth primal emotions across the city.

The disclosure of Deep Throat’s identity transfixed the city, and New Yorkers grappled with other revelations of a more local character.

If the week had a moral, it might well have been that the best way of making a good impression is to maintain a demure silence.

A TV celebrity was married, a great museum reopened, and a giant electronic snowflake was installed over midtown.

More smiles were seen on the streets of New York than at any time since before November 2.

As the holiday season officially commenced, New York noticed with some consternation that it had already gained five pounds.

As abundant sunshine coaxed into bloom the Bradford-pear trees lining the city’s sidewalks, change and renewal seemed to be in the air.

Although Spring had just begun, some New Yorkers were already visibly sweating.