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Sunday, June 30, 2013

The Nancy’s 60th…


Here we are in New York City to celebrate The Nancy’s coming of age, so to speak.  What a great place to celebrate a birthday!

This place, “The Big Apple,” the city that never sleeps, aside from those curled up fetal-like against buildings or on benches.  This city that smells of garbage and urine, with trash and rubbish littering every street, where scary looking people who haven’t seen a bathtub in years walk in the middle of the streets speaking languages no one has ever heard.  A city with sidewalks so crowded you sometimes have to scoot sideways to get by.  This is New York City and, though I have no more desire to live here than on the moon, we love it.  We love every minute of every hour we have ever spent here.

New York City represents everything we do not have at home.  Beautiful Downtown Berkeley Springs West Virginia boasts a couple of restaurants, some shops, at least one hotel, an abundance of traffic signals - three, and a throng of travelers on weekends – maybe a hundred or so.  On the other hand, New York City is grossly over populated anyway, even without the hundreds of thousands of out-of-towners that invade and litter this city day in and day out, coming from all over this country and the world.  This place is nuts: this place is The Big Apple, but it is also the venue of The Nancy’s 60th Birthday extravaganza.

We planned this weekend back in October.  We wanted it to be special, and it is living up to our highest expectations.  Today we will see “The Book of Mormon” and are so looking forward to it.  Yesterday we got to see “The Nance” with Nathan Lane, and really hope to score tickets to see Tom Hanks in “Lucky Guy.”  Last night we stuffed ourselves at Carmine’s on 44th and then made a valiant attempt to walk off our fullness by strolling for blocks searching for the perfect venue for a night cap.  Our attempt didn’t work in our favor as we finally made it back to our hotel room and collapsed our overstuffed, very tired bodies in bed, where it took me about a minute to fall into a deep sleep - all in all, a perfect day, a wonderful day.

This morning, her birthday morning, my beautiful wife remains in bed.  It is her day to sleep in.  She is firmly in control this day, her day.  I am a lucky guy to have her in my life.  May sound a tad corny, but this woman “completes me.” The Nancy is my rock, my foundation.  I could go on but I won’t.  If I do I will surely cry, and it’s way too early to blubber.

And that is all I have to say about that…