In the meantime... I got invited to lunch at the "second best burger place in Manhattan" and after that I need to run an errand. The burger is with the Barrys, which means walking a half block from the Ritz to the Plaza to hop into a cab with them.
By the way, you probably can sense by the amount of sunlight that it isa beautiful day in New York. Instead of being 35 degrees, it has warmed up to the high 40's. And, amazingly, even when you are from California, after you endure under 40 weather for a week and then suddenly it is 47, you find your body is saying, "Jacket? We don't need a jacket. It's warmer." And that is my California body. I imagine to the New Yorkers it feels like the Caribbean today.
Deep impact coming soon!
Lunch is over. We get our coats and head to the door. But we are trapped. Literally caged. Why? Why can we not leave? Because the President of the United States of America, whose Birth Certificate I have seen thank you very much, is about to visit the American Museum of Natural History across the street.
Can you see it? I shall assist you.
With the President safely inside the museum, we were allowed back onto the streets. The Barrys headed to the Childrens Museum while I headed to the subway to his the East Village.
This is no big deal for New Yorkers, but it filled me with joy that I totally knew how to hop onto the 1 train, switch to the E train at Columbus Circle, and then jump to the L train at 14th street, taking the L across the island of Manhattan and getting off at 1st Ave to hit the East Village.
Anytime an Angeleno truly understands another city's mass transit, said Angeleno is filled with both a sense of pride in himself and a sense of sadness that Los Angeles totally lacks decent mass transit.
Why the treck down to the East Village? My unofficial son was going to have his roomies Fed Ex his San Francisco Giants clothing to Los Angeles for him to wear to the season opener between the Giants and Dodgers, and I offered to save them the trouble and stop by to pick the stuff up.
After arriving back at the hotel and finding Barbie still alive but not well, I hung out in the room until Mister Jesse stopped by to hang out at the Ritz lounge. Little did he know that I planned to bring him up to the private Club Lounge.
Honestly, I could eat like that every night and be perfectly happy, though I would probably sub in a turkey burger. I do not need all these fancy meals. I am a simple man at heart.
Closing time in the hotel room. The day is coming that I can use the iPhone's HDR setting to manipulate pictures that have light and dark elements within them. Lacking that ability, I chose to balance the light to the feet.
Tomorrow we fly home. Definitely looking forward to it.