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Took off from Harrisburg this morning and drove to Philly, where we viewed Independence Hall and the Liberty Bell. It was amazing to put my hand on bricks that may have been touched by the signers of our nation's founding documents. We feasted upon Philly cheese steaks in the shadow of the statue to Admiral Barry, in the park behind the sacred building, and then headed for New York.
We drove into the city around 2:30 - it was uncanny how little traffic there was on the freeway between Pennsylvania and the city - just when we hit the Lincoln Tunnel did things get a bit congested, but no real slowdown.
Note to self: Stop paying tax dollars to support the interstate highway system. In the East, you're going to get charged again. And again. And again. And the roads will still be abominable. by Mogg's tufted tail, I feel like I spent more on tolls from Chicago to NYC than it cost me in total gasoline expenses from Salt Lake. Yarg. Snarl. Snap.
I got WolfCubIII settled in his residence and we headed down to the Village to dine at Piccolo Angolo, on the corner of Hudson and Jane street. Note to friends: next time you come to the Big Apple, treat yourself to the finest Italian eats in the city. CubIII had an Osso Buco large enough to choke a walrus, but tender enough to melt in your mouth - along with a cannelone in Bolognese sauce. My own self asked for something light, and they brought me a fish - about 16 inches long, and falling off the plate - along with a plate of spaghettini with clams. And of course, the obligatory appetizer, which was a delectably tender polenta with wild mushrooms. groan Belch groan
It has taken me the entire evening to stop feeling like I was about to burst. But what can you do? You can't insult family...
Tomorrow I leave my son to take care of his business matters, and head for Portland to visit my mom's baby sister (a spry 87). On the way, I'll have lunch with my brother who lives in upstate NY, and on the way back down I regret I will have to pick and choose which of my friends and relatives I'll have time to visit. A couple are already locked in... You can't have too many friends, but regretfully one can have too little time...
Still, I'm hoping to connect with as many as possible. There's one in particular that I'm keeping my fingers crossed about.
It's late - I'll try to get some more pix up in a day or so.
We drove into the city around 2:30 - it was uncanny how little traffic there was on the freeway between Pennsylvania and the city - just when we hit the Lincoln Tunnel did things get a bit congested, but no real slowdown.
Note to self: Stop paying tax dollars to support the interstate highway system. In the East, you're going to get charged again. And again. And again. And the roads will still be abominable. by Mogg's tufted tail, I feel like I spent more on tolls from Chicago to NYC than it cost me in total gasoline expenses from Salt Lake. Yarg. Snarl. Snap.
I got WolfCubIII settled in his residence and we headed down to the Village to dine at Piccolo Angolo, on the corner of Hudson and Jane street. Note to friends: next time you come to the Big Apple, treat yourself to the finest Italian eats in the city. CubIII had an Osso Buco large enough to choke a walrus, but tender enough to melt in your mouth - along with a cannelone in Bolognese sauce. My own self asked for something light, and they brought me a fish - about 16 inches long, and falling off the plate - along with a plate of spaghettini with clams. And of course, the obligatory appetizer, which was a delectably tender polenta with wild mushrooms. groan Belch groan
It has taken me the entire evening to stop feeling like I was about to burst. But what can you do? You can't insult family...
Tomorrow I leave my son to take care of his business matters, and head for Portland to visit my mom's baby sister (a spry 87). On the way, I'll have lunch with my brother who lives in upstate NY, and on the way back down I regret I will have to pick and choose which of my friends and relatives I'll have time to visit. A couple are already locked in... You can't have too many friends, but regretfully one can have too little time...
Still, I'm hoping to connect with as many as possible. There's one in particular that I'm keeping my fingers crossed about.It's late - I'll try to get some more pix up in a day or so.
