Go to New York City, they said.
It’ll be fun, they said.
On a sad gray Friday the 13th I drove to LAX and stood in the nauseating security line before boarding a plane.
Destination: New York City to see my cousin for his birthday.
After determining an engine problem my flight 415 deplaned and took over another aircraft originally destined for Las Vegas (sorry folks, but it only takes an hour, the casinos will still be there). They were very organized and efficient in transferring us so it wasn’t as bad as it could have been, ie canceling the flight altogether.
Close to landing, I looked out the window and was in awe of the glittering splendor of gold and silver lights strewn over expanses of homes and rivers. “Welcome to New York,” said the flight attendant, which made me laugh.
I found myself alone at JFK 3am EST where a line of cab drivers heckled the arrivals exit hungry for passengers. I was told to take the New Golden Horse Car Service, a Chinese company to fetch her royal highness for a better fee than a standard taxi. I called and someone picked me up to head over to DoBro (downtown Brooklyn), up 34 floors and made it to the apartment to be greeted by the resident dog Koa, a noble character with more dignity than I could hope to possess.
My work schedule trained me to wake before the dawn. I could easily see everything from this window that looks upon the Manhattan skyline (Chrysler, Empire State Building, Freedom, Brooklyn Bridge, etc.) but I guess it’s time to go meet the famed metropolis up close.
Waiting for everyone else in my family to rise, I went out with my cousin to walk Koa, going through this swanky entrance on Bridge Street
Then we made our way to the Myrtle Promenade
After a yummy lunch, we were off to the screechy lurchy subway!