The morning was cold and lonely

City lights old and grey

The sun arose trying to smile

Gave it all away

The honky-tonk called a stranger

The stranger couldn’t pay the bill

Made a stand, raised his hand

Sang a song, no time to kill

Hey, St. Peter Before you ring your bell

Just been down in New York town

Done my time in hell

(Thanks to Vanda & Young)

A Day of firsts.

First first. We drove from Watkins Glen to New York City, another race track.

Second first. We booked in to swanky hotel in upmarket suburb called The Bronx. Just near Harlem.

Third first. We caught a bus to Central Park, New York for free. The bus driver probably took pity on us due to the glazed look in our eyes and because we had no clue what a “metro card” was. Also the bus driver probably thought we looked a bit out-of-place for the neighbourhood and perhaps we should be relocated.

Fourth first. We visited, from the outside only, many fancy pants shops on Madison and Fifth Avenues. We used the rest rooms in one of them. Very nice for whizzing, thank you flash shop whoever you were.

Fifth first. We navigated back to hotel via subway (the train not the sandwich purveyor ). Personally I did not care too much for the subway. I think I will put it in the flying category.

Sixth first. I discovered that I am neither a pessimist nor an optimist. I know this because I looked at the bottle of mighty fine Canadian sippin’ liquor pictured below and saw it as neither half full or half empty. I am a realist, Yukon Jack is about to bite the dust.

Jacks back! But not for long.

Tomorrow we’re back for more.