Imagine…Two Yankees in New York
Wednesday, September 4th, 2013
Considering our late night the night before, Bob and I managed to get up relatively early, get ready and head out for our second day in New York City, on the morning of Tuesday, May 28, 2013. Readers of this blog will already have some idea of the types of things that were on our radars for the day. Needless to say there are lots and lots of things to do in New York City, but most of the things I was focusing on during this first visit had to do with either the entertainment industry or Presidential/historical sites. And a little bit of sports I suppose. It was just a bit after 8am as we began our day, heading from our hotel on 46th street toward the subway stop on 42nd street, Bob opting to stop at McDonalds for a quick breakfast on the way. Read the rest of this entry »
We saw the sun on the morning of Sunday, July 15, 2012, before almost anyone in America. Well, we would have if we hadn’t slept through it. Bob and I were in Lubec, Maine – which is credited as being the easternmost town in the contiguous United States. But aside from the sunrise, we had already seen everything there was to see here. But there was more to see just a little further east. Of course to go further east meant that we would have to leave American soil, and since we had our passports handy, that’s just what we did. But we started with a bit of breakfast continental style, mine being especially full of blueberry (a muffin and yogurt), and then a little bit after 8am, we checked out and headed into Canada. 
It had been a great week in New York city and just as soon as I had grown accustomed to the Big Apple and its ultra-convenient subway system, it was time to leave Manhattan behind and begin the second portion of the two-week trip – which would be continued on the road. I slept in as long as I possibly could before packing up, but was still able to meet Bob and his merry band of travelers down in the lobby by 10am. A shuttle picked us up shortly thereafter and we headed out of the city toward Newark, New Jersey and the Liberty International Airport. It was Friday, May 31, 2013, and it was time for Phase B of our New York trip. 
With the number of times that I’ve flown into New York City, I have spent very scant time doing anything there. The first time I made it into the city was in 1994 when the Sons of the Desert Convetion was held in Tareytown, on the far northern outskirts of the city. My family and my friend John Poe took a train into Grand Central and walked around, doing little else but gawking. My friend Peter guided me to