New York, New York

Start spreading the news, I'm leaving today.
I want to be a part of it, New York, New York.
These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it, New York, New York.

I wanna wake up, In a city that doesn't sleep.
And find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap.
These little town blues, are melting away.
I'll make a brand new start of it, in old New York.
 

As much as we love Roan Mountain, on occasion 'the better half' and I decide on occasion to fly up to the 'Big Apple' to see the sights and sounds.  Such a trip took place this past week and the most embarrassing thing happened to me while there.

Tony and I had dressed to have dinner at the Kennedy Center and then see a Broadway play. To my chagrin, while walking toward the theatre we stepped on a grate on the sidewalk and at that moment a gust of air gushed up and caught the tail of my dress and...well, the rest is history for me to blush over and Tony to recant for years to come.
 

 

Post Script: It should be obvious to all by now I, on occasion, love to pull the wool over the eyes of my readers. A hearty 'Job well done!' to Grandfather Don for the excellent job with Paint Shop Pro. He cropped my head off a photo of me riding a mechanical bull a while back and placed it on the famous photo of Marilyn Monroe. And THAT'S no bull.