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I planned my trip to New York City in July of 2001, knowing that brother Stewart intended to be there from
September through December. He wanted to take advantage of a fun
opportunity to live in a Manhattan apartment with a couple of friends for
about as cheap as you're ever going to get in Manhattan (for a nice
place). In our many family vacations, we only once got as far as New
York, and we didn't have time to stay more than two days, nor is the area
very friendly to motorhomes. This opportunity for sibling accommodation
was too good (and rare) to pass up. I bought my plane tickets for the week of Halloween. In August I ordered a visitor's guide/coupon book from the convention/tourist bureau. I was so looking forward to seeing lots of sights, particularly the view from atop the World Trade Center. Plus the buildings themselves looked like great candidates for some neat photography from ground level. My visitor's guide arrived in late September, postmarked August. Some of the coupons in it were no longer applicable. I didn't take it with me. The tenor of the trip had unavoidably changed. Not to say that we didn't have any fun (despite my lack of proof, as Stewart refuses to smile for pictures). But instead of a simple joyride, it had now gained elements of a pilgrimage. Saturday, 27 October 2001 - Arrival. Sunday, 28 October 2001 - Seventh Avenue street fair, fall color and colorful characters in Central Park. Monday, 29 October 2001 - Cathedral of St. John the Divine, Brooklyn Bridge, Staten Island ferry. Tuesday, 30 October 2001 - First visit to the World Trade Center, Wall Street, Empire State Building. Wednesday, 31 October 2001 - Guggenheim, Grand Central, Halloween. Thursday, 1 November 2001 - Late start. Museum of Natural History. Friday, 2 November 2001 - Second visit to the World Trade Center, Greenwich Village, United Nations, Museum of Modern Art. Saturday, 3 November 2001 - Departure in the rainy morning.
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