Memorial Day Weekend
This is a holiday that I always celebrate in some way or the other. It and Veterans' Day inspires me. This Memorial Day, I am in Yonkers, New York, a place I have never been before with a couple that I've only met once before. They have a very beautiful home, and I am thankful to be sharing it with them and my friend Adrienne for a few days.
Adrienne and I toured the Bronx and Harlem yesterday. It was an awesome tour riding around with a native New Yorker, as she pointed out all of her childhood memories. Seeing New York through her eyes was both wonderful and rewarding. Although I had been to New York several times before, I developed a different appreciation for it, and actually thought I could live here. New York became something other than hot cement, tall buildings, and a place to visit. It was her home, and she recalled places with such joy and admiration..
We ate at a Senegalese Restaurant that had a wonderful ambiance, and equally divine Food called African Kine. The portions were huge. The writing on the menu was so small, I could not read it, so I asked the waitress to tell me their best dishes. She was at dish number two when I thought, I could go for the first one, but then she finished the second one, and it stole my taste buds. Fried fish smothered in onions, carrots, peas and corn with a side of rice. Great choice even though it was a little too oily for my taste.
I had a memory from my college years in New York where I stayed with my class for a tour of some of the museums in New York, The "Y" at Lexington and something. Adrienne and I decided to find it. We did. It was torn down and only the address remained 610 Lexington Street. A little taken back, we circle the block and sure enough, it was gone. Only a memory. With that we rode past Central park again, and decided to finish our journey. So, on to Yonkers, NY.
I did not realize how tired I was until I sat down on their lounge chair, watched a movie, talked a few minutes, and then passed out. Woke up at about 4:50am and here I am. Today, we plan to go back to the Bronx, and later to the airport to pick up my grand-daughter who is flying back from Atlanta. Who knows what we will get into today. I hope we get to visit the Ground Zero Museum, and then I will be ready to return home. So far, great visit.
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