After two uneventful and, might I add, early flights (as in landed early - not early a.m. [though really, that too]) I landed in New York last evening.

 

Landing in Chicago, I learned that O’Hare is actually dubbed “O’Hare Field” (at least according to the kind but stingy folks of American Airlines). The view over “the field” offered a scenic glimpse of many a brown tree accompanied by a large quantity of white circles - which I’d later realize were iced-over ponds or possibly iced-over pools of water.

 

Landing in New York, I caught a middle-seat-visual of Manhattan. Having flown over it by helicopter two years ago, the view was one I’d seen before - but Manhattan by air is always a treat. The gorgeous light was an added bonus before landing at Laguardia where the airstrip can best be compared to that of an aircraft carrier... surrounded by water (on 3 sides - close enough to round up).

 

The hotel is immediately across the street from Madison Square Garden and Penn Station. Cyndi and I have a history with Penn Station - one that includes our mutual inability to hail a cab and an overzealous rickshaw peddler named Jerome. But I digress.

 

“Popular”, Kristin Chenowith (Wicked OST: Broadway cast recording)