As my dad drove me to the airport this morning, I marveled about how when you reach a high-ish point in Minnesota, you can see forever. There’s the river, the city skyline, our credit union building, a handful of strip malls, etc.
I’m used to buildings obstructing my view, but this afternoon, my plane flew in low up the Hudson, the Statue of Liberty stood tall to our left. Then we went over Lower Manhattan toward Red Hook (hello, Ikea!), Brooklyn then up to Queens. We could see all of Manhattan. There’s the Freedom Tower, Empire State, Chrysler & 30 Rock. Beyond, I could see boats dotting the Hudson. I felt like I could see forever. I was grateful for the window seat as I stared out like a little kid on her first flight. Apologies to my seatmates who must’ve been Minnesotans because they didn’t say to me, “Hey, move your fat head, girlie! We want to see, too.” I wish I had a photo to share with you all, but my phone was off like a good traveler.
As we taxied to the gate at LaGuardia, all I could think is, “New York, I could never quit you.” Well, that and, “what’s a girl gotta do to get a bagel and plain slice ’round he-ah?”
I love you from The Bronx to Coney Island. I’m just not so sure about the Staten Island part.
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