Successfully dodged the pigeons, and made it to the bus station.  It’s like a paintball tournament every morning. 

On the bus now, I love the ride across the George Washington Bridge.  Every morning brings some small change from the day before.  One day it’s storm clouds stampeding across the sky, and the next cotton candy clouds and streaks of silver.

One of my biggest disappointments ever: no photography is allowed on the bridge.  If it were I’d probably walk across every day just to take photos.

Off the bus and at IHOP.  I’ve had a craving for hominy grits for days now.  The waiter just knows I’m in from the city because I asked for the check with the food.  It can take longer to pay the check in some places, than it does to eat the meal.  My grapefruit juice is a sort of tropical pink; it’s looks just like a Sex on the Beach.  If only it were!

Let’s see how this all tastes.  See you all later.

Day’s End

Waiting for the bus to take me back into New York. 

Things were fairly quiet today.

Got my Thursday Thirteen up early.  I made a list of 13 Things I’d like to get done before New Years Eve.  One of which is get myself a real pen pal.  As much as I love the wonders of e-mail, every once in a while I long to write a real pen to paper letter.  I’m sure there’s someone out there who would like to do the same. 

Will probably sit in Starbucks when I get back to the city & work on something for Blogforth. 

Been hankering to write about my childhood - definitely wouldn’t be I Remember Mama-like that’s for sure.  My Italian grandmother was a combination of Golden Girl’s Sophia & Everybody Loves Raymond’s Marie.  Well, actually she was as maniacal about a clean house as Marie, but more like Frank personality-wise. Funny thing is I miss her so much.  You could count on that woman.

It’ll be interesting to see what I come up with.

Ciao for now.