I thought it would be a good idea to follow up yesterday's post about my NYC trip with a Thursday Photo Funnies, which is not very dogmatic about its name and can appear at any time. This seemed like a good time because my short term memory is as wayward as the 37 hairs on Trump's head.
Beginning with the photo above, of Abby and I face-timing with Rachel, my oldest daughter and the newest resident of Venice, CA. That's us on the rooftop deck of Cartel Editing near Chinatown.
On to the pics.
NYC is the gift that keeps giving,
with something new, odd or funny to see at every turn.
Oh, we're just getting started.
During my 23 miles of walking, my shoelaces need to be tied.
As I leaned my foot up on a ledge,
I spotted a dead pidgeon stuffed in a planter.
I also had to visit 51 restaurant bathrooms.
Where they take the TP placement seriously.
This one was, by far, my fave.
Also saw stuff that defied description,
but made a good palate for the 8 million
residents who all have something to say or show.
This was spotted at McCarren Park.
Bad Juju is a phrase often used by my old partner John Shirley.
This was also in the park: Young hipsters dressed
in wigs and old lady clothing.
Okay, then.
And of course, there's the unrivaled beauty
of NYC.
The famed Jenga building, which I know Ms. Muse will appreciate.
The lake in Central Park.
The view from my hotel room in Williamsburg.
And finally, there's this. A replica of New York City, built
over the course of 21 years, all to scale, all amazingly accurate.
I was even able to spot the Electcheter Towers where we lived
on the 22nd story of a 23 story building. And where, in 1967, all the kids gathered on the rooftop,
where we could hear the Beatles playing and the girls screaming
more than 3 miles away.
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