Goodbye Sun, hello Fun
Well fun is a stretch, but life is what you make of it right? I left New Orleans this morning just as the clouds were starting to form and arrived at JFK to cold and rain and a lousy cab driver. I’m standing there trying to open the car door in the rain and the cabbie is busy popping the trunk and not even looking. Then he tried to charge me about $20 over the airport rate and said that he had to take the long way – and I told him that’s because “you are not a good cab driver.” Then when he argued with me, I withheld his tip. The petty power of the lone traveler.
I’m sitting in my hotel room – this is a new hotel and a new area for me after ten years of staying at The Muse in midtown. I’m over in the Bowery and I’m looking out my large industrial window at grass – yes, that’s right – grass in New York City. There is a field of grass where all of these buildings meet – it’s large enough for another hotel but seems to just be sitting there, growing.
I was going to head out and explore the area but the rain and a little melancholy kept me in my room.