Jerry McGuire, is that you?
Close to our hotel. Above our bed hung a very interesting piece of art that lit up. And that’s all I have to say about that.
The purpose of our trip: Inspiring Young Minds, a non-profit started in 2005, to “educate parents about the remarkable opportunities available for their children.” G is in his element.
The Inspiring Young Minds event was held in the Times Square Church. This is one of the plaques that hangs on the wall.
We had time to walk around that night. Broadway! We didn’t see any shows, just walked. And ate way too much.
What was I thinking?
Should’ve brought one home…
Though everyone has camera in New York, I was trying to be stealthy.
Even in busy New York, there are pockets of quiet.
Out hotel room was up 17 flights. There was no screen on the window. Scared me all the way down to my toes.
The professor followed by the metro man.
Found Sunday morning. The other shoe was close by with the heel broken off. Where is that girl? What happened to her? Does she know where her shoes are? These are the things that ignite the imagination for great stories.
What everyone seems to be holding in NY? A phone.
Dora, is that really you?
Lots of people make for lots of trash, but I found NY surprisingly clean this time around.
The only picture I have of the two of us.
A basketball showcase where Inspiring Young Minds kids show what they got. No, we don’t recruit exactly, but we do try to make a good match for them and for us.
I loved these girls. I want them both. “Should we act all natural?” they asked, laughing. I asked why they wanted to go to a prep school. “Cuz of all the fighting and stuff,” one said. Wouldn’t it be great if everyone had a great school to go to?
I played with the camera while the professor talked it up inside. Focal point is the rail instead of the bridge. Ooohhh…can’t keep my hands off the camera.
The Hudson. I asked Gregor how many bodies are in the Hudson. “A lot,” he said. We’ve obviously seen too many Law and Order episodes.
The George Washington Bridge
Riverside Park where families with children, strollers, and balloons gathered on a Sunday.
On the way out of the city we grabbed a pizza from Pepe’s. Oh. Man. Mmmm, mmmm, good.
Home again, home again, jiggity jig. We got in, we got out.
Back through Vermont, home to the kiddies and the neighborhood donkeys. Country roads, take me home. But New York, it was a pleasure.