There is no stopping this transformation now. As much as I have fought it, I am becoming, day-by-day, a New Yorker. In fact, it may have already happened while I slept. Worse, a New Yorker with just a twist of the midwestern tourist.
Yesterday, as I was wandering around -- someone slipped a brochure for one of those double-decker buses into my hand, and I stuck it in my back pocket. Later, I found myself sitting at home with one of those all-night marketing channels on (Home Shopping Nit-work), and what was I doing -- I was actually studying the various routes the double-decker bus made, and talking to the cat about which tour would be best.
The cat is in favor of the "NYC Showbiz Insiders Tour," but I am leaning towards the "Manhattan Comprehensive" which includes: "Lunch, Statue of Liberty, and a Tour of the United Nations."
Can you imagine that? Ellis Island and the United Nations -- all in one day.
I'll bet the kids would love that. Don't have any kids? We can supply 'em too.
But the cat wants to go, and is definitely arguing in favor of the Showbiz Insiders Tour because he wants to talk with Al Roker for some odd reason. Buddy (the cat) has been, and continues to be enthralled with Al Roker.
Everytime he comes on to do the weather, or interview people in the plaza, Buddy scrambles over to sit on the bed in his favorite spot and stare at the t.v.
Don't know what that's about. Have to keep an eye on him.