Ah, Brooklyn, New York-the noise, the filth--we have missed you so as a family. Our daughter spent her first four years in Greenpoint, Brooklyn and is excited to see old friends. The flight from Seattle was fine: great fireworks out the window, the five-year old slept like a baby and the one-year old was a baby--so s-t-b-w and myself are exhausted. Fortunately, we have an apartment over one of our bars and they are all asleep, recovering from jet lag. On a clear day, you can see the Chrysler Building in the distance from the apartment window. The window bars are for child safety and any apartment in New York which has children under ten is supposed to have them. You may recall a well-known rock and roller lost his son of number of years ago out a Manhattan apartment window and then went on to write a number one hit about his grief. n.b. I am now writing on EST.
