New Yawk

Marty relaxes in front of the TV. He's pretending to be comfortable.

PJ doing what she does best.

Saint George's Chapel

PJ naps after taking too big a bite out of the Big Apple.

These pics give you an idea of what we've been up to lately. Yes, we now have a 212 area code, not much furniture, and Saint George's Chapel across the street, now the site of Moran's Pub. The apartment's small but nice, and we have lots of amenities: gym; concierge, roof deck with Statue of Liberty views. The apartment is very quiet because we are in an interior court yard on the 8th floor. The floors are wood/tile and the kitchen is nicer than the one I have in Rhode Island. We also have central air and two walk-in closets, plus a coat closet.

In the five days I was there, I had two interviews, saw a Broadway musical, went shopping with my son Mark, drove to Sullivan County to look at country properties, ventured into Brooklyn to find Fairway, the newest market in town. We natually got lost and had to make a phone shout-out to Jeffrey who patiently guided us to our destination. Then we drove to Sandy and Dianne's to pick up the Saab and park it in a garage in Manhattan. I never want to drive in Manhattan again.

Speaking of parking, we spent $145 to park the van near our building. Ka-ching. $200 monthly parking fee to house the Saab, a bargain. Ka-ching. $115 ticket for parking my van in an unauthorized zone. Double ka-ching.

I'm back in the land of free parking.