By the time I got up, Stef was at the gym and my parents were on a train to New York City. Though we’re going Monday, once isn’t enough.
Their plan was to head to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. They never got quite that far. On this semi-humid, almost sunny, August day they mostly walked around Central Park.
The park is jammed with life on days like this. Everywhere you look there is some for of entertainment, plus people watching.
I’m not sure how far my folks walked, but considering they started at Grand Central Terminal and walked everywhere they went, you can calculate it in miles. For my 81 year old father and his child bride, that’s excellent assurance of good health.
With my camera in the shop I would have been much too jealous. It’s a trip I’ll have to take when “Clicky” returns.