I am driving a young woman to Newark Airport at 5:30AM (I think her name is Hermione Granger, but I could be mistaken).
Then I troop to Manhattan where I will finally visit Ground Zero and Trinity Church, maybe Zuccotti Park. Then to the Met to stare at the Impressionists. Then to a friend's apartment for a power nap. Catch up with her, then off to a Dartmouth Rugby function at the New York Athletic Club.
Going to New York always makes me feel sophisticated and a rube, mighty and insignificant.
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