Skyscraper National Park by Night

So I guess no progress was made in that last entry.
Okay, yeah I was off to see my good friend, the good doctor, or Dr. Kimble as his “patients”/victims call him up in the big apple.

The initial plan had me traveling there via Chinatown bus, but when the reality of the number and weight of all the bags set in I had to sacrifice a few more clams for comfort, safety, and a smaller chance of getting lost on the way to my friend’s wormhole. So, it was Amtrak, and a direct route to Penn Station. Arriving later on in the evening was not a problem, as the good doctor was working late making some house calls. That, and we both knew nothing could deter us from what lay ahead. Not late arrival. Not the impending early wake up. Nothing.

I cannot say honestly that my back and arms did not suffer greatly while I lugged my luggage(whoa, I think we figured out where these words came from) up and down stairs in the NY underground, and eventually down the 3 longest city blocks these feet have ever walked. And I thought fruit by the foot was long. Not anymore!

Finally, after some miscommunication with the bodyguard, I found the man I was seeking. Although fresh from kimbling around town, the doctor greeted me with open, warm-blooded arms. We did some laundry, visited Skyscraper National Park, on a slightly less than conscious level, and then wined and dined, the way they do in good ol’ Erin.

Speaking of which, I missed St. Patrick’s Day. What kind of Irish-American am I?