So the snow has ended. The Crowe - Wilson family went crazy and hired a minibus to take us to dinner in Manhattan at Guantanamera, a Cuban restaurant near Columbus Circle. The owner is Argentine, not Cuban, and from Mendoza. We had a long talk about Argentine wines. Not being one who sits still easily, I met Brian and his friends from Boston out front between courses. The group below were hanging out at the bar when we were waiting to be seated.
I haven't lived in the NYC full time for 43 years but on nights like yesterday I sure wish I still did. There is nothing like it on earth. Visits make me so so homesick. I love it. It's the modern capital of civilization and the origin of me.