Yeah, I got a hat. That is what tourists do. I don’t do organized sports, but I like a hat that tells me and everyone else where I have been.
I took a few phone photos in front of the hotel where my wife and I stayed. I met so many cool people and petted so many cool dogs on that bit of sidewalk.
There was a Bernese Mountain Dog living in the high rise next door that I fell in love with.
I ate so much good food in New York.
Fancy cookies in Central Park… mmmmmm…
On our last day of our 3-and-a-half-day adventure, all we really did was meet my son-in-law and our daughter at this underground food court before leaving for the airport.
It was so New Yorky!
They had a mini- Katz’s deli!
And just about every other kind of New York food you could want. Also, it was right between the hotel and the place the kids live.
I knew my wife wasn’t going to eat a whole pastrami sandwich from Katz’s…
So I got me some pierogi too.
And I wore my new hat.
Did I mention we ate cookies in Central Park? Also, I totally just petted that dog.
An adult beverage at that cool old tavern we ate at, the one where George Washington used to hang out, after the Revolutionary War was over.
I rode on subways!
I got drunk in interesting places.
I walked under the Brooklyn Bridge.
It was a good trip. We saw a lot of stuff in a short time.
I imitated sexy sculptures.
I was boozed-up in Times Square. And we went up in the Empire State Building. And saw the 9-11 memorial pools.
I love reliving my adventures with you.
Because after I do the posts, these are just memories and photos stored in the cloud.
But right now, as I post these, I am that 59-year-old man/12-year-old boy, pretending to be a giant in a tiny castle.
Fee fi fo fum!