Mama Pickles and the girls made it to NYC safely, and spent the afternoon walking around, eating, and drinking (at Tavern on the Green, natch). They're in for an early night, because they're attending the 8:15am service at the Cathedral of St. John the Divine tomorrow morning, but Mama Pickles sounds exhilarated!
On the connecting flight from Charlotte to LaGuardia, she sat next to "a New York man, named Aaron, who is Jewish, and in the music business." I didn't ask how she learned all this. Can you see Aaron the New York Jew in the music biz, boarding a plane to find that his assigned seat is next to some combo of the Texas Lindas? I imagine that Aaron got his ear chewed off, and had the flight of his life. When she told Aaron that they wanted to ride the State Island Ferry, he recommended the Circle Line cruise instead. I concurred, but it sounded like she was already sold on the idea since a local had told her about it.
When I asked how she was liking New York so far, and what were her first impressions, Mama Pickles is still obsessed with finding out how these people live. "I just want to ask them so many questions. But I don't want them to think I'm crazy. I'm just curious!" So what kind of questions are you wanting to ask New Yorkers? "Were you born and raised here? In a house or an apartment? How big was it? How much did it cost? Where did you park your car? Where do you work? Do you just walk to work every day? When you go grocery shopping, how do you get all of your groceries home? Do you have kids? Where do they go to school? Does their school building stand separately or is it attached to other buildings? I saw this one school, but it looked like an office building, and shared walls with the buildings on either side." Admittedly, I wondered several of the same things before I ever visited New York.
Across from the Lindas' hotel, there is an apartment building they can see from their rooms. Mama Pickles wishes she had thought to pack binoculars so she could observe the goings-on inside a typical Manhattan home. This probably sounds funnier than it is... I suspect she's not as interested in what might be happening in the bedrooms of New York as she is in whether or not they have dining room tables, and if so, how many can they seat.
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