The Best Thing That Happened This Week: Bruno Lives!

It'd been a miserable winter. Then a chihuahua walked out of the rubble of a collapsed building.

God, what a winter. And then, on the first day of spring, we got hit with this? No wonder the whole city’s in a foul mood. If we’re not shooting or stabbing one another, we’re joining hate groups or stealing from each other or posting naked pictures of each other on Facebook or fighting about race. Sometimes it’s hard to remember that good things happen! Like … like … like Villanova becoming everyone’s darling in the NCAA tournament! (Nice while it lasted.) Or like a tiny dog trotting out of a collapsed building after three days lost in the rubble. Is that a tear of joy I see, you tough old town? Yeah. I thought it was.