NYC

NYC. That’s all you need to say, isn’t it? Instantly recognizable. We are here and we are safe.

Unfortunately, we got our brains beat out getting here: two hours of fog, four hours of huge rollers. One of them so severe it actually lifted me off my feet and dropped me back to the deck.

Here’s the funny thing we almost got Riley and Neeve (two of Steve’s gorgeous 23-yr-old restaurant employees) to come along on the trip to New York. Good thing they chickened out.

We left at seven and cleared Sandy Hook (New Jersey’s northern tip) at noon. Less than an hour later we were passing the Statue of Liberty, and we were tied up an hour after that.

Here’s the magic part Judy Galloway a friend of mine for 40 years brought a four course dinner down to the marina. What fun!

Here’s Judy with Guinness, plus a shot of the amazing cake.

I don’t think you can see the incredible details in this cake, but it is made of layer after layer of crepes, with vanilla cream in between. Each crepe is paper thin ( how do they make them so thin and yet so strong?), and there must be 30 layers!

It was a very nice evening, and now here we are, with Riverside Drive on our port side and the Hudson river on our right, listening to Paul Desmond. I know I’m lucky!