Postcards From New York: II

Let me cut right to the chase and report that Younger Son said that the Friday he spent in New York City, mostly on his own, was the best day he had had in the PAST YEAR.

So that was the good news about New York.

Click on this link to see a photo of me standing in the same spot when I visited Jacqueline last Labor Day:

The One-Breasted Woman Fashion Show: Rebel1in8 Cotton Summer Cowl

Younger Son's Day
Younger Son dressed in the boots and black trench coat we bought him a couple of years ago at Value Village in Seattle (I think I paid $15 for the coat, don't remember what the boots cost). Then he stuffed his pockets with my camera, a subway map with post-a-note arrows added by Jacqueline, his cell phone, wallet, and subway card. Also a map of the route to the subway station that Jacqueline had drawn for him--wait, he left that behind in the apartment, and had to call me once to get directions.

He visited the Metropolitan Museum and also the Rubin, where John works. His trip included a stroll across Central Park to reach the Met, and he took lots of photos, which he will be posting on his Facebook site.

He met John and Jacqueline at the Rubin at the end of their work days, and they all came home together, stopping to get some groceries on the way.

Younger Son insisted on making dinner (he allowed me to help by cutting the cheese, and Jacqueline made the salad). YS made fettucini alfredo using the handmade noodles and some of the cheese that we bought at Swiss Village Bulk Foods in Ohio.

Then he gobbled down his dinner in less than 10 minutes and was out the door--he had made plans to see a high school friend from Seattle in a play at NYU. He said he was fine going by himself, so we just asked that he call as he was getting on the subway to come home and again when he got off the subway in Brooklyn.

My mother radar was on high alert--a woman who lives in Jacqueline's building was mugged inside the subway station in the middle of the day recently and had her arm broken--but he got back just fine, glowing with pride after his great day.

So we didn't see a Broadway play after all. Younger Son said he'd rather see his friend perform.

@ Jeanne Sather 2008.

Comments

[jessica]

Younger Son smiles! What a great shot. He is so serious in all the others.

I'm so pleased to hear how much he enjoyed himself. Really, it made me grin and then quietly sigh. Also, he is one TALL drink of water, but if he is as small as that cinched waist photo indicates, I would not worry about that appetite of his. (!)

[jeanne]

Yes, Younger Son does smile, but not often in photos these days. That's not the image he's going for.

He was lucky to get the tall genes from his dad--the freckles and red hair he got from my side of the family, although actually he must have gotten those from both, since they are recessive traits--anyway, he is just about 6 feet and weighs 135 lbs., so no worries about him eating cheese, for now.

Jeanne