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Free to be me in NYC.
Free to be me in NYC.
Yesterday, I experienced a real New York Sunday.
6am and ready to hit Central Park on a gorgeous day.
Leaving on a jet plane. I do know when I’ll be back again, just not as soon as I would like.
Feeling bored? I prescribe a heavy dose of New York City for what ails you.
I am being held hostage by jet lag. When you awake at 1 am and are ready to rumble your options are limited to quietly reading the NY Times online and perusing email. The only silent diversion left is to think ahead and plan the day.
HAPPY HOLIDAYS… Time for the annual Manhattan holiday windows viewing party.
So much happening in NYC this past Sunday…NYC Marathon, the World Series.
Once again, single in the city. Parting is such sweet sorrow and then you roll over, go back to sleep and the separation anxiety eases.
No NY Giants football last Sunday so we took advantage of a freebie and drove to the Hamptons.
Spectacular fall weather in NYC last weekend. You just feel so happy to be alive and able to get out and dig deep into the greatest city in the world.
Start your engines…back into the east coast swing of things. As always, we hit the ground running.
I know I am redundant, but I love New York.
New York City never ceases to amaze and entertain.
New York City is bloomin’ gorgeous.
Tomorrow, I head to my beloved New York City. Am I excited?
I know I am repetitive, but I Love New York.
Is there a black cloud hanging over my head? These past few months I just feel as if I cannot have a complete day without more shit being shoveled in my path forward.
I’m Leaving On A Jet Plane.
Fall in the Northeast is like being in paradise…never been, but any place my hair looks good is my idea of paradise.