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... nights! The 16 piece band did not disappoint. The skill level of the instrumentalists was outstanding, as was the ensemble playing. Lots of great Thad Jones charts and fabulous soloing had us enthralled. Band members ranged from old hands, including a sax player who could easily have been John Lee's younger brother, a few much younger, and a variety in the middle. The Bari sax player (who was incredibly good) looked like an accountant, and was the only one wearing a tie. After ...
... place. If you can walk two blocks without seeing someone talking (or more likely screaming) to themselves or doing some other typically crazy thing, you're not in New York. Where do all these clearly mad people come from? Why are they all on the streets of New York, screaming their crazy talk to passerbys? Who is caring for them? One day I saw a crazy ranting man set his sights on some mid twenties girl who was passing him on her phone, and start running at ...
After checking into the new hotel- Homewood suites, this is the Thai food restaurant all 3 head out for lunch. Gave us a good lunch deal. The spring rolls finished even before I started . And the Thai ice tea is different - it's ice tea with milk- Did not like it much though. But kashyap after a long time, liked the food he was having - Good for ...
... the wind in my face I instantly felt better and I was able to take screaming Indy back onto my lap. Definitely not the entry into NYC that I had hoped for!
That night we understandably slept well, until 3:30am when the jet lag kicked in so the first day we spent recovering. It was a nice family day in the hotel and we explored close by. We went for a walk to Time Square and bought some groceries from Walgreens...to us it looked like a mini supermarket ...
... perfume was distilled in every random air pocket, whipped up to astonish your nostrils by a passing yellow taxi or an unannounced zephyr. Beneath the halo of an 8th street lamp I paused to drink in the electric light, craning my neck from the twinkling silver of Freedom Tower round to the steely white of The Empire State. In between, bare light bulbs framed in dirty windows, crossing signals counting down precious seconds of safety, whining emergency vehicles strobing ...