April In Manhattan
Is it April already? The months keep slipping away . . . just a month ago it felt like March. Whatever. It’s April, and I am sitting around in my boxers in a hotel overlooking the World Trade Pit. What a life. Earlier today it was still April, but at least I wore pants. Had I not, I’m sure my wanderings through the American Museum of Natural History would have been considerably shorter. Great place, especially the butterfly exhibit. Here, have a peek:
Great, isn’t it?
Oh, hey, those aren’t butterflies! Okay, let’s try again . . .
There, isn’t that better? (pssst!- click on the moth and it gets bigger! Really)
I have been stuck here in Manhattan for over two weeks on a job that I was told would take a day or two. I feel somethwat misled. Since I had to work weekends as well, I was promised comp days. Hopefully this is true, otherwise I think my seven-year employment with, er, my employer, is about to come to an end.
Two weeks; I must have done more than just tour the Natural History Museum. Why yes, since you ask, I have. I also spent some time wandering Chinatown, wandered through some graveyards and church grounds, and discovered that the Wall Street Bull has some serious brass cojones.
Okay, that’s all for today children. In other words, that’s the end. Groan . . .
