George M. Cohan - the Father of Broadway! He lives in the middle of Times Square. I found my sister's (Andrea's) true home-away-from-home; a World of Disney store in Manhattan. I can still hear it calling her name. Then we went to the show.
I have to say - it was WAY better then the movie. (Although the movie will ALWAYS be a classic). As I can't really walk well long distances yet AND we had Jet Lag AND Shane had to be at work at 7:00 am, we called it a night after some Famous Ray's Pizza.
The next day, I took off on a solo mission - it was a nice quiet Sunday on the Ferry. I got off, went to get on the subway, but a bunch of the rails were closed for repairs. SO, I had to find alternate routes. I began with a trip to Ground Zero. These pictures really don't need words.
After a good long visit to Ground Zero, I started to walk to the subway. There was this really old church with a graveyard. It obviously had lots of people milling about, so I went in. The gravestones were so old the names had cracked and fallen off. But I found a sign that talked about since it was right next to the World Trade Center, it had been used as a triage center. Then I found another sign that said it was the building in the United States that had the longest continual usage since it was built. That was cool - but as I read on I learned that this was the church where George Washington had gone to church and where he had taken his oath of office to be the first President of the United States. Okay, that was wicked-freakin'-awesome! I was standing where George Washington had stood! That lifted my spirits. I then got on the WRONG Subway. It was blue, I was looking for Yellow or Red. I got out at the next stop not wanting to make a bad mistake worse by ending up in the Bronx or something and found myself in SoHo. I pulled out my map, took a cute little 2 block walk and got on what I hoped was the Red #1 train.
UNFORTUNATELY, they were doing repairs on the Subway this weekend. (Might have had something to do with the NYC Marathon the following weekend.) So, the Red #1 train was REALLY a Yellow #2 train that kept telling me it was going one place when it was really going another. BUT, I didn't get lost and I got to Times Square.
I did some souvenir shopping, laughed at the naked cowboy, (don't know who these women are, but I wasn't going to pay $2.00 for some mostly naked man to grab my backside. So I watch other weird people do it!) and enjoyed the feel of the city.
Then I got ready to go to the Matinee of 'In The Heights'. As I stood in line to go in the theatre I realized I was right by the stage door. I have radar for such things - ask my sister Laura.
Oh, I now have a new favorite musical. I started crying half way through the first act, and cried for the next two days. IT WAS AMAZING! I am get lynched for this - but I like it better than 'Wicked'.Unfortunately, I had a VERY early flight in the morning, so I had to take the Subway back to the Ferry, the ferry back to the Island, get back to the car, drive in the car back to the hotel to get back to the airport to get back on a plane VERY EARLY in the morning. Good bye Manhattan.At least I got an amazing view of the Statue of Liberty at sunset.We stopped for dinner in Brooklyn. And then I was at the airport at 6:30 in the morning. After 15 1/2 hours that involved a plane ride, a layover in Vegas where the slot machines don't like quarters, another flight, a shuttle ride to Idaho Falls and a drive in a borrowed car I ended up at home.
I don't think the kids missed me at all, at least the dog did!