Saturday, December 08, 2012
In '88 we had to go to The Big Apple for an exit interview after an overseas contract. Our way was paid: 6 days 5 nights, airfare. Only had to meetings and a Dr's appt on the schedule. Unfortunately DH fell into a pothole (do they decorate those things for Xmas?) while gawking at the UN flags we saw heading to an appt. The rest of the trip he was holed up in the hotel nursing his sprained ankle. Anyway there was a deli on the corner of the block and I went there morning and evening to bring a meal up to the room. God! I love those delis! Nothing like that except in the big grocery stores here in Oregon. Before his pothole incident, we did get to a pizza place...nothing like that out west! And we did do a boat tour around Manhattan. And we did go up to the first tier of Lady Liberty. And we did take a daylight carriage ride in Central Park. For the rest of the time I toured around on foot...saw St Patricks, Saks, stuff like that that was nearby. The last night I went to the deli, the guy greeted me like I was a new yorker (I was wearing tropical clothes!
while everyone in NYC wears black and white and gray and tan!). It was so sweet! Felt good. Like Fran the Nanny getting accepted in upper Manhattan. Despite my Oregon accent!
Man, I wish you could order Chinese delivered in Gresham!