Day One: I leave for New York in six short hours and guess what? Just finished going through my usual heavy-duty pre-travel panic attacks -- including the usual "I could just stay home and lose my airfare money and I would be okay with that" phase, followed closely by the "OMG, I'm so hungry and there is nothing to eat!" phase, and then followed by the "I'm gonna hide under the bed in denial" phase. And yet here I am aboard a BART train that goes to the San Francisco airport and I'm actually okay with that -- and even excited.
Heading off to New York City? Who would not be excited about that? Museums and books. Museums and books. Museums and books. And hopefully not bedbugs.
And now I'm on the JetBlue red-eye flight with no problems. The service is great but the free inflight movies all seem to be at least five years old. Mrs. Doubtfire? Really? Moneyball? I played a game-watching extra in that one at least five years ago. The Sound of Music? Huh? Finally settled on 27 Dresses which was entertaining and cute.
Day Two: Well, apparently I must have slept on the plane because there are clearly two hours unaccounted for on that flight. But can't remember falling asleep. But so what. I got to JFK airport, took the subway (the E train) to 8th Avenue and 14th Street, dragged my suitcase for seven blocks and voila. Here I am at The Jane hotel -- in the world's smallest hotel room. Even the one I had at the Tokyo airport was bigger. We shall see.
They don't call these rooms "cabins" for nothing. Built in 1907, The Jane used to be a seaman's hotel for when sailors were ashore. But, hey, the rate is really cheap, the staff is really nice and they don't have bedbugs. That's what counts. Plus I'm right near the shared bathroom. Good to know in the middle of the night. Plus the bathroom is really clean. And the cabins are wood-lined and cute.
"Got any recommendations for a good Chinese restaurant?" I asked the editor -- the question that Henry Chang's main character in his latest Soho murder-mystery, "Lucky," hates to be asked. https://sohopress.com/authors/henry-chang/
"Sure," answered the editor. "Anything on Doyer Street is great. Nam Wah, Tasty Hint, all of it's good." Maybe I'll go there on Friday because tomorrow is going to be jammed -- starting with getting up at 6:15 am in order to go see Stephen King and Owen King talk about their new book "Sleeping Beauties". Apparently its a story about the consequences of having a world without women. Then I'm meeting a friend at 3:00 pm for rice pudding at B&H Dairy on Second Avenue, and then going to a talk by Killary Clinton at 6:00 pm. So much fun.
Bottom line: Walking around the streets of New York is a whole tourist treat all in itself and boy did I do that today!
To be continued....
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