My Manhattan Morning

My Manhattan Morning
One belongs to New York instantly, one belongs to it as much in five minutes as five years ~ Thomas Wolfe
Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous, Grand Dame of Manhattan!

They say life’s what happens to you when you’re busy making other plans. But sometimes in New York, life is what happens when you’re waiting for a table. ~Carrie Bradshaw 

Strawberry Fields Forever… Forever. My first stumble upon this was total Serendipity, I wasn’t even looking for it.

Each man reads his own meaning in New York. ~Meyer Berger
(Sigh) No words…

You take a team with twenty-five assholes and I’ll show you a pennant. I’ll show you the New York Yankees. ~Bill Lee

Flea market finds are the best!
Oof! And I already ate breakfast – darnit!!
More fun finds at the Hell’s Kitchen flea market… too bad I only packed carry-on.

NYC is chaotic. And I’m attracted to chaos. ~Trevor Dunn

They’re sooo bad but they taste sooo good!
Minnetonka Mocs for Manhattan walks — do you know… I had forgotten what crispy, crunching leaves sounds like? Weird, huh.
Spying on an engagement — she said, “yes!” And, yes, he DID get down on one knee. Dreamy…
Leaving Bethesda Terrace…

And New York is the most beautiful city in the world? It is not far from it. No urban night is like the night there…squares after squares of flame, set up and cut into the aether. Here is our poetry, for we have pulled down the stars to our will.  ~Ezra Pound

As I snapped away at the trees, Kelly just shook her head – leaves means raking, in her world
I explained the phenomenon is the same bewilderment I have when tourist snap shots of saguaros in Phoenix!

New York is what Paris was in the twenties…the center of the art world. And we want to be in the center. It’s the greatest place on earth…I’ve got a lot of friends here and I even brought my own cash. ~John Lennon

This was another happy accident!
Yes, winding down the adventure, going “off duty”
Taking the train back to Connecticut (sigh)

Not bad for four hours, right?

There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born here, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size and its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter — the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something. […] Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness; natives give it solidity and continuity; but the settlers give it passion. ~E.B. White

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  1. December 1, 2010 / 7:03 am

    one of my favorite days, in my favorite city, with my favorite friend!
    we did Manhattan in four hours in a way that takes most people weeks! we discovered so many happy accidents! and yes, I will shake my head at pictures of fallen leaves, but I will also continue to find my best friend charming, witty, and just a little nuts…

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