Working in NY for two in a half months is a gift that keeps on giving.
Took an early morning bus from the Port Authority which, I digress, given the city's
relentless face lift what politics are prohibiting this hub from getting a good scrubbing?
It is DISGUSTING,
but it does bring me right back to the late 70s grit of Times Square.
A time capsule of sorts.
Anyway, between commitments Friday and Sunday night,
I was able to spend time with my mother.
We took a Sunday stroll along the banks of Crosswicks Creek
home of Walnford, a 18th century grist mill and estate, flawlessly restored.
I will always heart colonial New Jersey.
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