I fell in love with NYC in the mid-’90s. I was a new mama, and my girlfriend and I went on a jam-packed, four-day tour of Manhattan.
I felt liberated. I met my friend Brian, went to a bar, and smoked a cig — thrilling. He worked for Martha Stewart, and we toured her offices.
My buddy Bruce, an amazing jazz musician, took me to the “Internet Bar” to hear his group of jazz musicians lined up against the wall, playing the most stream-of-consciousness jazz.
I went back to NYC in December 1999 into 2000. This trip was a bit longer and jam-packed with sights and experiences with my two children. I left in love.
Serendipity rules. In 2004, I began spending the next 12 years going to NYC twice a year for business.
I plan to be back a helluva lot more.
I ❤️ NY.
I felt liberated. I met my friend Brian, went to a bar, and smoked a cig — thrilling. He worked for Martha Stewart, and we toured her offices.
My buddy Bruce, an amazing jazz musician, took me to the “Internet Bar” to hear his group of jazz musicians lined up against the wall, playing the most stream-of-consciousness jazz.
I went back to NYC in December 1999 into 2000. This trip was a bit longer and jam-packed with sights and experiences with my two children. I left in love.
Serendipity rules. In 2004, I began spending the next 12 years going to NYC twice a year for business.
I plan to be back a helluva lot more.
I ❤️ NY.
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