After we checked into our hotel, we wandered around Times Square, tripping over small immigrants and big curbs because our eyes were grazing the top of tall buildings. We had managed to forget that we are RUBES!!! One way we now know this to be true is that we don not have a single tattoo or facial piercing.
In Manhattan, we think, everything is a possible merchandizing opportunity. MOMA sells plastic bus pass covers with "fine art" stamped on one side. Every TV show advertises itself with a lanyard, coffee cup, board game, and tee shirt.
Also, NYC smells. Lots of the smells are really good and some are really bad. Apparently public urination is permitted. Also, the US will need to figure out how we are going to fund the electrical needs of Manhattan. There are millions of brightly buring lights, and air conditioning floods out of doorless shops. Perhaps this is why the temperatures lagged by about 10 degrees behind those at home?
We had dinner with our sone who looked dashing eating his foil-wrapped Mexican food whil wearing a lovely summer suit and a crawfish tie. His BlackBerry kept reminding him that he was only on loan to us. As we walked him back to his office, I asked him what the long line of black sedans along the curb was. He said that they are hired cars to take late workers home from his office building. Apparently, he is not the only one who works late into the night.
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