Kentucky to NYC: Friends Come to Visit

My Good friends from Kentucky came to visit me in NYC. Here is a list of some of the things we did: explored China town and Canal Street, rode the Staten Island Ferry, Walked around battery park, hung out around Fulton Market, Saw some guy lose his dinner and miss the trash can, knocked Chinese chicken out of Whitney's hand (she is a friend of ours who wanted us to keep her "accountable"), went to central park and got sun kissed while relaxing in Sheep's Meadow, knocked vanilla ice cream out of Whitney's hand,walked W4Th St and around the east village area, got rice pudding, went to the Street Market on Broadway, got fried Oreo at the festival in little Italy, got SPICY Falafel on McDougal St, did pull ups on the Subway, knocked a HUGE thing of sweet tea out of Whitney's hand, laughed hysterically, waited for the M11 Bus for a ridiculous amount of time, enjoyed the beautiful night air, surfed (meaning we could not hold on to the handles or move our feet) while riding the bus to see who was going to buy dinner( You may say that's childish. Maybe you are right. But we always have a great time), ate dinner at 11:30 pm, enjoyed the night life around Saint Marks St and finally went to a roof top to watch the sun rise.

It was certainly a wonderful, enjoyable and memorable time spent with fantastic friends!

NYC Street Market

I recently just attended my first NYC street market and let me say it was quite an experience. The market went all day and was located on Broadway. The street was closed for about 500 yards or more in order to accommodate hundreds of local vendors. There was an array of various foods, memorabilia, jewelry,books, music, clothing and random souvenirs. Later that night we walked the streets of little Italy and they too know how a proper street festival should be put together. If ever in NYC head down to Mulberry St for some delicious Italian dishes!

Hello Again

I went home to New Hampshire a little while ago to visit my folks. It is interesting how something as simple as going home to a house you grew up in can bring back so many memories. Or, even the act of gazing upon an old tree. I climbed this tree many times when I was a child. The maple tree was a place of refuge in games like Hide and Seek. He was my shelter from the unexpected summer rain. He was my sanctuary as I meditated on the things that mattered to a ten year old boy - my fifth grade crush and what was for dinner. And he always listened when I wondered out loud how much trouble I would be in because I blew up the microwave or because I broke the mirror in the bathroom. I just climbed this tree when I was home visiting. I needed to say hello to my old friend.