Everybody loves a parade . . . unless

Sometimes your journeys are better planned that unplanned. Witness today, as I was on my way to lower Manhattan to view the Yankees championship parade. I was ready for the packed subways, blocked off streets, unbelievable congestion, etc. What I was not prepared for was the dificulty of trying to find one friend in this sea of cheering humanity, even though they were at a well known and very visible landmark building. In local parlance, "fuggedaboudit"! Never did meet up with my friend, or even get to see much of the parade, given the crush of fellow Yankees fans trying to do the same thing. Setting myself this task was somewhat like a salmon trying to get upstream to spawn through a river of wet concrete. Just wasnt gonna happen!

Still, all in all a great day. There's something special about seeing normally intense or rude New yorkers happy to be in an enomous crowd where they can't move. Everone was ecstatic to be there and it didn't matter what happened, they were gonna cheer for their team. I highly recommend the experience. More tomorrow, travelers . . .