NYC

I had a wonderful time in NYC with my daughter. I am so proud of her. She has lived a year on her own there without any help from her parents. She is an independent woman who can take care of herself. What a great feeling to have.
I have so many special memories of Manhattan and Brooklyn. The elderly English couple waiting for the Air Train at JFK. He sharply dressed in his navy blue and yellow pinstriped jacket with a yellow silk handkerchief in his lapel. She in her dowdy green floral print dress, sensible shoes , and a cardigan tied around her neck. Sweat pouring down their faces while they argue over which train to take. She says, "Bugger off" and he does.Asking two young men how to get to Berkley Place in Park Slope who shrug and answer in broken English. Instead the man ahead of them points straight ahead. The man and woman at the French Moroccan restaurant who are from Morocco and speak French. They promise to speak only French to my daughter when she eats there. The lady at the Pink Olive who asks if I know where Greenville, SC is because her friend has a shop there. The man at Parons in the garmet district who helps my daughter choose the material for her pajamas. He is from Greensboro. I have his card now. He will send swatches of fabrics and help me shop from home.While at M & J's Buttons the lady from Long Island who let me help her pick out buttons for her beautiful jacket she knitted. The man in Williamsburg skateboarding with his laundry bag on his board and laundry detergent on his back. The couple at lunch in Williamsburg who ask where I purchased my tie dyed dress. The blank stares when I reply, " The White Squirrel Festival in Brevard ,NC". The rolly, poly twin babies with blue saucer eyes slumped in their double stroller named Kate and Oliver shopping with Dad at the Barnes and Noble in Park Slope. The pretty little girl behind me on the escalator who asks her mom, "Is that lady's dress tie dyed?". The mom who exchanges a smile with me and answers , "Yes." The Dad running in the pouring rain to his apartment with his small daughter to get her brother so they both can play in the rain. The small daughter asking ,"Where did the rain go, Daddy?" when the rain stops as suddenly as it came. All the hipsters walking in Brooklyn with their cut off jeans and docksiders with no socks. The man in the vintage store on 5th in Park Slope with the tattooed neck and piercings who tells my daughter the adorable yellow bodice dress with a white skirt trimmed in tulle is sold. A young girl in the neighborhood comes every week to pay on it with money she earns. The waitress who tells us what scene her restaurant was in for the movie Julia and Julie. The most precious puppy in the world , Casey, whose owner (a cutie) says Casey has changed his life.The man at the shoe store who repaired my bag for $5.00 after I caught it in a revolving door. The beautiful Asian woman hugely pregnant shopping with her handsome African husband at the grocery store. The family on the Long Island train going to the beach. The father so attentive to his son and the mother so happy to be with her "men". Good memories to return home with.