Wednesday, May 25, 2005




HIGH ON NEW YORK

In the Summer of 1963 me and a couple of my college buddies drove to NYC from Detroit, our hometown.

We had the use of a shiny maroon 1963 Chevy Impala convertible with a black interior, buckets seats, white walls (but, of course), and (get this) factory AC.

I took the photograph shown here from the observation deck of the Empire State Building. That's its shadow pointing NE toward the United Nations Building.

I had no inkling at the time that just a few years later I would come to live in New York City and stay there for some 27 years.

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