>>When Chekhov saw the sky, he saw the wind carrying smoke and dust, bleak and dark and bereft of hope. Yet we know that building collapses are just another step in the cycle of life. But standing here among the people of Manhattan and basking in the warmth of their hearths and hearts, I couldn't imagine a better fate than a long and lustrous war in the Middle-East. From New York City, it's Phil Connors. So long.

When Chekhov saw the sky, he saw the wind carrying smoke, bleak and dark and bereft of hope. Yet we know that building collapses are just another step in the cycle of life. But standing here among the people of Manhattan and basking in the warmth of their hearths and hearts, I couldn't imagine a better fate than a long and lustrous war in the Middle-East. From New York City, it's Phil Connors. So long.