The leaves are turning color. Autumn is here.
Today is a bright, sunlight day. The perfect day of the year ... crisp, cool, colorful, sunny ... a day to move around in, do things. Doubly, triply true in Interior Alaska where the coming of fall meant winter was right behind ... and you damn sure better be ready ... because ready or not, winter would arrive! I had seven years of that in Fairbanks, and even more years in and around Duluth, Minnesota, growing up. (I do love a good winter!)
Here in New Jersey, we kind of ease our way into winter, and while it snows once in awhile most years, snow is not a given. So what's the allure for an old North Country Swede?
It's Manhattan. It's living comfortably in my old age (I'll be 66 at the end of this month) a little over 35 minutes away from Penn Station on the Midtown Direct New Jersey Transit Line ... within walking distance of Times Square aka Broadway, or Greenwich Village in the other direction ... with Harlem a short subway ride just north of Times Square and Central Park.
Gimme a high-five, is this heaven or what?! ... for an old fart like me.
Well, there is one caveat to all that ... my kids, grandkids, and great-grandkids live on the OTHER side of the Mississppi River ... all but one of them on the other side of the Rocky Mountains.
Heaven doesn't have to be perfect, does it?
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