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The Way Life Should Be

We bid adieu to the state which is the way life should be and headed for New York City where there should be life, fully expecting to be there in five hours. When we stopped in Connecticut the GPS told us we would arrive at 3:40 p.m. We pulled in at 6:15 p.m. For more than two of those hours we were in a deadlocked traffic jam. If there were a cliff jumping moment, this would surely have been it, but cars and trucks all around prevented us from acting out on our suicidal frustration.

The Way Life Is

But then The Big Apple has a way of putting everything right, especially checking into the luxurious Phillips House where my friend Michelle's family owns two condos. Everything about this place was deluxe and soothing right down to the Frete bathrobe.

Central Park Runners

That night we had a rousing reunion with the Hughes family and my beloved Cousin Fred.  We wanted to see The Clock(http://lincolncenterfestival.org/index.php/2012-the-clock), but time did not permit. Dinner at PJ Clarke's and sitting on the fountain in front of the Lincoln Center eating gelato sufficed. I went running in Central Park the next morning, becoming an unofficial participant in an existing race, I had everything but the number. Lovely.

Sunday brunch with Lina and Michelle, Fred and his friends at The Druid in Hell's Kitchen, and then back to the pick up point in New Jersey to rescue Franky whose campsite on Lake George had been attacked by raccoons. He said they sounded liked terrorizing zombies.

Embarking on a merciless drive to Bethesda, permitting no food or bathroom stops, we made it in record time. We were all ready to be home.