The Manhattan skyline, as seen from Bayonne, New Jersey. They call it Cape Liberty now, because everyone smirks at Bayonne. As if a name change could change what you saw on the way in. Either way, the views are nice, the weather is warm, the sun is out.
We had breakfast at the in-laws’ favorite diner. We loaded the car, unloaded the car and reloaded the car correctly. We did not photograph how we stacked all of the luggage. We should have.
We drove to New Jersey, unloaded the car, gave the luggage to the union guys and then worked our way through the process of getting on board. We were early enough that this went smoothly. The clerk who processed me in remarked on how young I looked in my passport photo.
That was only eight years ago. Have I aged that much? Excuse me while I undergo several new skin treatments.
We got to our room, took the traditional OJ toast and are waiting on our luggage and to get underway.
So things will be sparse for the next week. A photo here, a video there. We’ll get back up to speed soon after.
Until then, I’ll have a relaxing time for you.
