Folks, it’s a picaresque, crisp autumn day in Westchester County. As I drive up from the city on a Sunday afternoon, the concrete, steel and glass gives way to the wood north of the Bronx. The September foliage serves as a glorious canvas for God’s creation, splashing the rolling hills auburn and gold.
I’m in high spirits with John Denver’s mellow coo in my ears and a song in my heart. After a year of service, I am the first Posting & Toasting writer in a generation who has been invited for an exclusive sit-down with a Knicks official, and it’s coach Tom Thibodeau!