Lots of people come out to support the tens of thousands of marathoners that have trained for months for the New York City Marathon. People cheer, offer high fives, play music, clap, and if you are Peter Pan, you hold out a tray of doughnut holes for the passing runners to enjoy.

Polish Meat Market had a special on legs and thighs yesterday morning.

The first Sunday in November is one of my favorite days of the year to be home. I live on a main street through Greenpoint, Brooklyn just South of the of the marathon's halfway mark, where every year people run, trot, walk, crank, skip, hobble, push and/or pull themselves up Manhattan Ave past my front door.