The Empire State

Pin It I have arrived at home, but there is still so much to tell of my trip.

I’ve written most of my posts out as well...remember that willow-colored notebook I mentioned a blog or two ago?

Yeah, that’s the one.

Since I wrote the entries, “In the here and now” while they were occurring, I will present them as if I were still on vacation though I am not…deal?

Thanks for being so accommodating; I knew we were friends for a reason.

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I stood on the teeming New York street looking up at the towering building before me; the very building where King Kong fought off the fighter planes which sought to kill him, the same building where Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan’s characters met and fell in love, the identical building where James and his insect friends found themselves stranded atop an impaled giant peach—much to the dismay of the New York City residents.

I was excited—for giddy is much too strong a word—I merely eager.

I rode the elevator higher and higher reaching a floor someplace in the eighties; along the way I decided on a self-portrait with the other occupants of the elevator; which they happily obliged.

When I arrived at said floor I found that there was to be a twenty minute wait to reach the top—or one could take the stairs the remaining distance. To the stairwell I ventured and traversed the last ten or so floors to the rooftop, where the landscape was laid out before me.

Words will say no more, and I will instead let the images speak for themselves.