Ok, I found my spot in NYC:. Central Park. The din of noise is less
here, and the trees make you feel somewhat normal. But, as a huge
reminder that I’m not in Dixie anymore, we just ate a hot dog in front
of a giant statue of Gen. William Tecumseh Sherman, the man who burned
the South.
We’ve been to St. Patrick’s ( a post that will have to wait or another
day), Saks (crazy), FAO Schwarz (supremely cool, yet overpriced), and
munched on $3 dogs with $3 sodas. Nuts. But I’m with my wife, in a
park, watching one pigeon hit on another. Ahhhhh…New York!
The Wading Pool 