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new york is my homeboy

this weekend some friends of ours ,matt and megan and their daughters, came to visit us, which was great. we took the day on saturday to head into new york city. we drove to weehawkin, took the ferry over to 39th street, and then the bus to times square, where we took the kids to toys-r-us. from there we grabbed lunch at a less-than-stellar deli, then took the subway up to central park, where we visited the central park zoo. we had a great day in the city, aided by some of the best weather you could possibly imagine.

as i've written here many times before, i love new york city. when i go there, even though i am often 'mr. intense,' because i'm trying to make sure everyone sticks together and gets where they need to go, etc., i am also very content. i love being there. i love the smells and sounds. i love the way the wind cuts through the streets. i love the way life bursts forth in every crack and crevice. i love the variety of people who call the place home. i love the width and the breadth of it. i love the whole thing; the whole city; the whole experience. i heart n.y.


Megan said…
Thanks for taking us to the city! The kids were most excited by the various forms of transportation they got to take - go figure! It was fun looking at all the pictures - our camera is still sitting in the car (bad) so I'm glad I got to see yours.
Anonymous said…
great pictures
NJ Grandma said…
There is no place like NYC. Glad you had a great day in the Big Apple. Gail
Anonymous said…
i still look up, craning my neck at all the skyscrapers, i still need to eat a hotdog, it still love the music of the accents of people walking by - after 30 years of being here. i will always heart nyc. great pix of the kids. julid
ps rachel was sick this weekend - pray for her please.
Mary said…
i love the pictures of the boys...but you also got some awesome pics of some animals. were you really that close to some of them...or is your zoom just amazing!?
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Crafty P said…
your post today reminds me why i love to document everything (and I mean everything). it fills me with that spark that says "go, create!"


it makes me miss you guys. looks like it was a fabulous time had by all.
julie said…
it did look like a blast!! can't wait to squeeze those little ones' cheeks the next time i see them. you got some really great shots there too. i am typing this message from my new house in my new study with my new internet connection. :) ha! i feel like such an adult.

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