Some pics from last weekend, when I made a quick trip down to New York City to visit my son. (Having grown up in the South, I still find it very bizarre to say "DOWN to New York City.")
My parking spot at the Boston train station, because my memory has gotten so, um, wait....what was I saying?


The line was LONG, but moved fairly quickly. (Go early....)

Our reflections in a piece of art:

Scoping out the contemporary art:

Some Andy Warhol:

More Andy Warhol:

A picture perfect day in Central Park:

Notice my stupid thumb splint:

In my son's neighborhood. Love it.

Crossing the Brooklyn Bridge:

From my taxi:

Spotting a UFO from the train leaving New York:
