It is early Monday morning in San Francisco after the rains have fallen and stopped and after sunlight came out in the early part afternoon of yesterday and warmed the city and the homeless, the heartless, the loveless and alone and not alone.
Stay cheap in MANHATTAN at the Y on W. 63rd Street for $130. a night in a private room overlooking Central Park and the East Side...Meet Europeans and South Asians in the gym with a pool or dine with them in the Y cafe with coffee not bad; note a Starbucks is a few blocks up the street at LIncoln Center...then explore the from Manhattan to Staten Island and Brooklyn and Queens and the Bronx...and see the City from New Jersey Gold Coast Cliffs for the first time.
I have been to many places. Only San Francisco, thus far in my journeys, is comparable to New York City with our breath-taking views from distant hills and ferries when San Francisco does beat New York in natural views; however, the spirit and energy of Manhattan is not quite there . . .
So as morning races on and we should start home to get dress for work on Monday, I am kind of thinking about ... am thinking of New York and its cluttered skyscrapers, the Staten Island Ferry and Broadway...and Riverside Park covered in autumn leaves and pro skaters passing as normal skaters in Rockefeller Center and Bryant Park . . .