Later in the afternoon I hopped on a plane headed to Charlotte, and then another one headed to New York. From the airport I took a cab to the nearest subway line, and then took the R train (the line pirates prefer) down to the financial district. This week I'm staying not too far from where the towers once stood. I'm dog sitting for my lawyer friend Teresa, while she is in Zambia working on some important case for her law firm and the US government.
I exited the subway at White Hall - the final stop on the island on Manhattan. As I surfaced to street level, I recognized from media coverage of Hurricane Sandy my location.
|picture by nypost.com|
As much as I love the lake in Michigan, it is good for my spirit to be back in the city and back with "my people." Last night my friend Teresa and I met up with our friends Steve and Matt for dinner and then joined a number of our other friends at Bell Book & Candle on 10th Street for a birthday celebration. Then, tonight I danced on a rooftop in the Upper West Side, pausing to watch the fireworks being set off in Central Park concluding the Philharmonic Show. A good number gathered for the roof top party to say our good byes to a friend who recently got engaged and will soon be joining her fiancé out in LA.