Sherlock was such a good boy, and slept most of the day of Time Square away. We rewarded him with a long walk in Morningside, up the steep rocks and through the stick sculptures, and bought him a bone as a bribe for his happiness and silence. He was not pleased, and totally onto us, but he let us go. It snowed in the city that morning, which was really uncommon, but we were set on checking the Empire State Building off Nate’s list. The wind howled and we were pelted with ice and sleet on the way to our destination. Nate and I hid in a souvenir shop for reprieve, and Nate nearly convinced me to buy him a wrestling ring with a mini Trump vs mini Kim Jong-Un. Almost. He got an I heart NY shirt and a pooping Trump instead, and stopped at the USS Intrepid. I stomached a painfully close tour of claustrophobic quarters in the air craft carrier and submarine. That’s how much I love my kid. Shudder…but cool…but shudder.
Finally, we ventured off to the once tallest building.
”No visibility on the observation deck.” We shrugged and said “That’s ok,” and we went up 108 floors. Snow filled clouds dampened the effect, but we could see some. Empire State Building, check.
That night we met Corinne at our place in Harlem. Sherlock had resolved to this new home, and was happy to see Corinne. Nate, Corinne, and I agreed that living close to each other was really, really nice. I miss that. Corinne and I shared some wine and Nate drank root beer, and we watched silly TV that made us laugh.
