Postcards From New York: I

We arrived at Penn Station right on time at about 7:30 Thursday evening. Jacqueline managed to find us in the teaming ant colony that is the station (thanks to Younger Son's height and red hair), and we went home to Brooklyn on the subway with her.

The New York subways remind me of Tokyo's marvelous train system, except the stations and trains in Tokyo are cleaner, of course. Also, I don't think New York subways have signs in any other language than English. In Tokyo, you get Japanese, English, and sometimes Chinese.

Friday
Jacqueline and her husband John both had to work on Friday, but Younger Son and I had all sorts of plans for the day, starting with sleeping in.

We had gotten up by 5:30 a.m. on Thursday morning to catch our 7 a.m. train out of Cleveland, and the twelve and a half hour journey down to New York was pretty tiring.

So, we slept late on Friday morning, but then as we were starting to get going, I realized that I didn't really want to go out and do anything. I wanted a lazy day.

Younger Son was perfectly fine with this; he got all duded up in his black boots and trench coat and headed out to do a couple of museums, armed with a subway map and cell phone, and I had the place to myself (except for the two cats, who were SURE I would feed them if they just kept meowing--no luck, sorry, kitty cats).

I spent most of the afternoon sprawled on J&J's bed, which they had given up to me, drinking coffee and reading The New Yorker. How cool to be reading The New Yorker IN NEW YORK, instead of in some doctor's waiting room, which is where I usually read it.

I managed to shower and dress by 6 p.m., when everyone arrived back at the apartment together: They had all met up at the Rubin, which is where John works.

@ Jeanne Sather 2008.