No Post Friday

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.