Anyhow, I'm about to leave for the mercifully warm homeland down under, and expect to continue my New Year's story when I get back there. Now, I always say that I'll continue things later, but this time I really mean to. If I were the type of person to make New Year's resolutions, my first would be to write more, especially when I promise to. I've certainly encountered enough wacky and wonderful scenes on this trip to provide a wealth of entertaining stories, and I will do my best to transcribe the experiences in humourous, interesting fashion :o)
Goodbye Upper East Side, goodbye to the scent of warm, salted doughy pretzels stacked on outdoor carts. Goodbye Rudy, goodbye to the blast of frigid air that assaults the face as you struggle to open the door against the wind. Goodbye to the number 6 train, J. Lo's choice in the old days. Goodbye Rockefeller Centre, home of He of Sparkling Irish Eyes and Vulgar Wit. Goodbye to the Site, and all other visible legacies of 9/11.
Goodbye New York, I'll be seeing you again soon.