|WAITING FOR THE NUMBER 7 IN THE HOT AND HUMID STATION.|
We made a trip to Grand Central Station for lunch with two people very special to us. I had hoped to take a lot more pictures and do a lot more posting during our stay in New York. There has been so much to shoot and share. But, time did not allow it. So, I'll instead just share some random shots taken with my iPhone in recent days. We spent a few minutes in Grand Central Market and walked away with a bag of chocolate-covered raisin clusters for Jerry and SUGAR-FREE (and still delicious) chocolate-covered cashews for me. The chocolate Statue of Liberty and Empire State Building looked like fun.
|AND TO THINK WE WALKED AWAY WITH ONLY A HALF POUND (.226 KG) OF CHOCOLATE.|
We had dinner last night in Rego Park, Queens, with long-time friends who are so kind and always ready to brave NYC traffic just to get together with us. They chose another amazing restaurant — London Lenny's — which bills itself as the best seafood restaurant in Queens. I wouldn't argue (although it's the ONLY seafood restaurant in Queens I've ever experienced).
|LONDON LENNY'S BROILED SCROD, SCALLOPS, SHRIMP, AND SOLE. SUPERB.|
(AND SO HEALTHY THAT I COULD ALLOW MYSELF A SLICE OF KEY LIME PIE.)
We returned home from London Lenny's to discover that my mother's co-op was experiencing a blackout. We turned the corner to discover emergency vehicles, police cars, pedestrians, stores, and five high-rise buildings containing 2,500 apartments all in the dark. The co-op runs on its own power plant, which at times can be a plus. It was just about the only neighborhood lit up during the major blackouts in the Northeast. Fortunately, we only had to wait 20 minutes until power was restored. But, then came the ride to the top in the elevator with Jerry, who was convinced the power was going to fail again and get us stuck. We made it!
|IT WASN'T LONG BEFORE WE SAW THE LIGHT.|
The other night, Jerry, my mother, and I were all too tired/lazy to head back out for dinner, so Jerry offered to just scramble up some eggs and make some toast. Now, if I were the one offering to scramble eggs and make toast, you might be served — if all went well — scrambled eggs and toast. Jerry, the master chef (and former caterer of Russian dinners), doesn't know how to keep it that simple. He scrounged my mother's refrigerator and produced what my mother and I would both call a gourmet scramble — with a side of fried sweet potatoes, and a blueberry/strawberry garnish. I think he's a keeper.
|JUST A LITTLE SOMETHING JERRY THREW TOGETHER.|
Before leaving Irvine, Jerry and I shipped off all our old family 35mm slides to have them digitized. The two disks arrived and we have been having a wonderful time tripping down Memory Lane. I found an old "beefcake" shot of me poolside in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. I was 15 at the time. It might be better described as "beefSTICK" since that was more my shape.
|BEEFCAKE OR BEEFSTICK. YOU DECIDE.|