
[ Jones Beach, New York - Taken from my cell phone ]

[ Times Square at Night - Taken from my cell phone]
The opposites of New York really amazed me this weekend. Saturday I heard both the silence and the noise of New York. I drove with my uncle Bob to Jones Beach, and we walked along the sand dunes and marvelled at the quiet waves. That night, we went with my parents and Dale to see "Guys and Dolls" on Broadway. I missed the hustle of dodging through tourists to get where I wanted to go, the bumping in to people who weren't watching where they were going. I relived memories of New York City bus trips to galleries and toy stores. I miss the city life.
I also reignited my passion for 1960s history, when I took home a pile of newspapers my late uncle had kept and were soon to be thrown away. Piles of papers covering the Kennedy Assassination, the crowning of the Pope, the shooting of Lee Harvey Oswald, women's magazines Aunt Irene would browse through and make her own dress designs. Times I wish I could have lived in.
Ah, to travel. I've been to New York so many times and it never gets old...never ceases to amaze.
And a sweet ride in an awesome freakin' car makes life grand, too.

[ Me in Bob's BMW...I believe it's a Z4. Wouldn't be mad if I got one of these for my birthday...]






