A rewrite of an article by Liz Robbins which appeared in The New York Times on January 17, 2014
If only Teddy could talk, we would know what he thinks. He could expound on Manhattan traffic, its pollution, the cold, the heat, the hay, Grand Army Plaza, Pennsylvania’s Amish country, warm cocoa, whipped cream, and antique-style electric cars –
not just in Central Park, but all over the city.
“The A.S.P.C.A. does not oppose horses,” said Matthew E. Bershadker, the organization’s president. “We oppose horses.”
Cornelius Byrne, 66, said, “It goes on forever.”
Teddy goes to work, enchanted by the scenes in the Robert Redford movie “Barefoot in the Park” and the “Real Housewives” reality series. Drivers, stable owners and stable hands call it a career.
Mr. Hernandez said, “At the end of the day, I go home.”
Teddy goes to school to become an electrician. “It’s hard to get another job,” Mr. Hernandez said, wearing faux-diamond studs in both ears that could cost him $150,000 to buy outright.
“It’s over,” Mr. de Blasio said. “The administration is shackled into their carriages. They need the ability to graze and roam freely. They never get that in New York. What happens is that people anthropomorphize,” he said.
Mr. Hernandez said he takes his cues from Teddy.
“It has nothing to do with horses,” said Kieran Kelly.
At a farm in Oxford, N.J., couples kissed in coaches. Teddy jerked the reins.