NYC has long been on Mom's bucket list forever. It was something she talked about with her friend Tami, but it never happened. When Bob's church choir scheduled a concert in Carnegie Hall, it seemed like the right time to make this happen. Our crowd of choir groupies includes Bob and Nan, daughter Kirsten and her husband Jack (coming from London!), Nan's sister Leslie and her husband Ben, and Mom and me. It should have included Patty and Bob. They planned to fly out Monday and take extra time, but the big snow storm cancelled their flight, and they were rescheduled for the red eye Sunday to Monday to turn around Monday and fly home. Big disappointment since this was to be her 60th birthday celebration. They will be missed.
Our adventures often start with something in the Cities. This trip to NYC is no exception. We timed our flight out to follow a Minnesota Orchestra concert. Simone Porter (age 20!) was exquisite on the Mendelssohn Violin Concerto. The audience leapt to our feet at the end and couldn’t stop cheering. Even Oberlin grad critic Steve was moved almost to tears.
Our adventures often start with something in the Cities. This trip to NYC is no exception. We timed our flight out to follow a Minnesota Orchestra concert. Simone Porter (age 20!) was exquisite on the Mendelssohn Violin Concerto. The audience leapt to our feet at the end and couldn’t stop cheering. Even Oberlin grad critic Steve was moved almost to tears.
Steve and Katie dropped Mom and me off at the airport. The
wheelchair pushers do a great job of taking care of Mom and this time I got to
tag along. We checked Mom’s walker along with a bag each. I left her at the
gate and went for Subway. Of course, by that time it was after 2 PM.
Flight was fine. I carry my empty thermal mug through
security and then get it filled with hot tea on the plane. “Hot” would be an
exaggeration, but warmer than tepid and my mug helps it to stay drinkable.
Coming in over the lit city in the evening was beautiful. Laguardia was a
pleasant and easy airport to get through. The taxi ride into town took forever mainly
due to traffic. We were on the fourth or fifth time through their TV loop
before we arrived, and the fare was over $50 with the tip. But we are just off
Times Square. I’m thinking I’m going to need the noise maker app on my phone
tonight.
Hotel Edison is an elegant, but older building. It doesn’t
even have a coffee maker in the room. I’m glad I have my little heating coil to
make tea. They first showed us to a room that was already occupied.
Turned out to be Bob and Nan’s room. By the time we got it straightened out that we were Hardy's, but not those Hardy's, it
was 8:30 PM NY time (just 7:30 by the time we got up). A 2 PM
lunch worked fine. Mom was getting her pjs on by the time the porter had left
the room, and we picnicked on hard boiled eggs (Mom’s clever idea last
evening), granola bars, biltong and Mom’s left over sub.
Tomorrow we’ll meet the others in the lobby for the St. Patrick’s Day parade.
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