NYC Quick Notes
The most interesting part of the trip was when I almost stabbed somebody. We were on the subway (I hate being underground, btw. It sorta weirds me out.) and a disheveled looking guy, who looks nervous and unclean, boards at the last minute. Once the door shuts, he starts screaming to the top of his lungs to the people in the car about about something, some sort of pre-robbery speech. Then says it’s a robbery and pulls out his hand and it’s in a brown paper bag. I was a bit surprised that I stayed calm but I did. I discretely pulled my Cold Steel AK47 out of my pocket and stood between the guy and my wife evaluating what I was going to do and when. It was a pretty intense few seconds. Then the robber decides to inform us that he’s not a robber and it’s actually some sort of scare-tactic fundraising pitch for a homeless shelter. In hindsight, I was glad (and he was lucky) that he got the point quickly. I didn’t give him any money. But did look at him like he was stupid for the rest of the ride.
In NYC, the white and yellow lines on the roads are just kind of general guides not to be taken seriously.
The place was much cleaner than I remember. Some parts were filthy with trash stacked up in alleyways. But mostly clean.
Had some of the best Chinese food ever at a hole in the wall called Wing Wong’s in Chinatown.
For breakfast, I had smoked sable at a Jewish deli, served by an Iraqi. Don’t see that every day.
On the way back, the TSA failed to notice I had the knife in my bag. Or my TacPen. Or my wife’s large can of FoxOC. I forgot the knife was in my carry on and the Mrs. forgot to take her spray out before we got to the airport. Don’t you feel safer?
I saw Wyatt Cenac and Mitt Romney.
Near 10 years later and the site of the World Trade Center is a hole in the ground. So sad.