I find NYC very appealing. As I’ve grown older my desire to live there has grown greater. Of course I would need to re-wife and re-job.
Guess no NYC.
Which is more surprising, that I know where Judge Judy lives or I got a free, legal, on-street parking space in Manhattan?
I suppose there are good ways to find a place to eat, but we just tried pot luck and ended up in a diner on First Avenue. Not bad. Very crowded. I had the bagels and lox special. Matt had waffles.
Simply put, that’s a request which cannot be turned down regardless of time constraints or circumstances.
We cut across on 34th Street past the Empire State Building, Macy’s and Madison Square Garden. As we approached the West Side I turned south, finally ending up at Vesey and West Broadway, a dead end at the edge of the pit.
There is a lot to feel. You just can’t go to that spot without remembering what happened.
By the time Matt got back to the car I’d made a U-turn putting me in the perfect position to almost go the wrong way on Broadway. I discovered my error just before driving into the police car pointed directly at me!
We took the Brooklyn Bridge to the BQE, passed over Newtown Creek, and then north through Queens to LaGuardia.
Hopefully Matt’s back in Milwaukee by now. It was great seeing him and worth every mile.