You’d think that I could find something interesting or of value at least once a day to blog about. However, that never seems to be the case. I can’t even keep my two readers entertained. Thank God, one of my reader is my stalker Cyndi and won’t leave no matter what. It is nice to be loved (or stalked) by someone. Sadly, even my wife doesn’t read my blog or perhaps I should say happily she doesn’t read it. I mean she has to live with me all the time so she gets my wit and humor all the time. Pretty lucky, isn’t she?
She doesn’t think I’m very funny all the time. In fact, she doesn’ t think I’m funny most of the time. It is mostly my sarcastic sense of humor she doesn’t believe people understand or enjoy. Really, people don’t like sarcasim. I don’t believe. People love sarcastic humor as long as it is not directed towards them. You make fun of something or someone and you are labled a sarcastic bastard. Oh well, you can’t be loved by everyone can you?
Ok, my two dear blog readers. I failed to mention that I was leaving town for a week to NYC to attend my cousin Stephen’s graduation from college. I know this probably upset my stalker Cyndi greatly and my deepest apologies for that. I had every intention to write my blog every evening on my trip with a nice green tea or perhaps a whisky to get the creative juices flowing.
However, I got back a week ago and I didn’t write a thing during the trip or since I’ve been back. It was my first trip to NYC and I was busy most of the time. Pleas keep in mind, my knowledge of New York City is based on CSI: New York, Law & Order, and numerous terrorist movies created by Hollywood. I also based my knowledge on various subway/gang movies I’ve seen over the years. As your little worse case scenerio mind can think, I imagined the absolute worse when I got to NYC. I thought there would be thieves, thugs, and whores on every corner. Sadly, my dear readers, it wasn’t as bad as one would (or could) imagine.
I did most of the usual tourist things…walk across the Brooklyn Bridge, stroll thru Central Park, ride the subway, visit Little Italy, see Ground Zero and Times Square. I was impressed and amazed at the architecture, the large buildings, the cities within the city itself.
The one thing I was warned about was the large amount of walking you’d do while in New York. Heck, they weren’t kidding. I walked an amazing distance. It was like hiking in the Cascade Mountains. You know those short 15 mile round trip day hikes to Snow Lake or Gem Lake?
So the neighborhood my cousin and his wife in is a nice area, a few blocks from Central Park and not far from the Mayor of New York’s “official” residence. The mayor of New York doesn’t actually live there since he is a multibillionaire and perfers his own place over the official residence. Who could blame him?
Enough of my rambling thoughts for this evening. We’ll pick this up later.