Some highlights of the tour so far:
I stopped on a street corner in Soho to talk to a stranger wearing a suitcase as some kind of performance art, and within about two minutes figured out that we have many friends in common.
Stella, Al, Cy, Thanksgiving leftovers and enormous apartments. Walks in the snow and a tour of Buffalo City Hall. Meeting Sarah’s lovely dad at a reading.
Keith and Brent and a speakeasy. Jess and Brian and a stuffed toy of the Black Plague virus. The history of trepanation courtesy of the New York Academy of Medicine.
On the only free evening in NYC, being poisoned by a glass of wine (Byron would like to believe the hot bartender slipped me something so she could have him to herself)
Extremes of weather, from snow drifts in Buffalo to balmy sunshine in NYC. It was in fact so warm that Byron, who had only packed longjohns, used a pair of nail clippers to take the legs off his undergarments.
Standing on a street corner in Manhattan, I heard a violent impact and turned to watch in wonder as a bus kept driving after hitting a small car, metal grinding down the entire length of the vehicle.
Walking toward Time Square I watched a tour bus run over a police car — and keep driving, with police running along behind shouting for it to stop.
What NYC looks like (trust me):
