THOUGHT FOR THE DAY -
The only blind person at Christmastime is he who has not Christmas in his heart.
Helen Keller
Have any of you had carolers yet? We usually get some before Christmas. The problem is that they usually come at really bad time like when I've already put on my night gown and can't stand at the open door, Bob has to stand there while I hide behind the door and enjoy their singing.
The Journey - Installment Twenty-Three
After our adventure, our first time in New York City, The Big Apple, Patti and I walked back to the hotel. I can assure you that my boot that looked very nice with my skirt, were killing my feet and I felt almost crippled by the time we arrived at the Plaza Hotel. Cindy and her family, Patti and I all headed for a restaurant for dinner sponsored by Prevention Magazine. Cindy remembers that it was a very expensive Chinese restaurant and we were glad we didn’t have to pay. Cindy remember that dinner very well because she said it sat heavy in her stomach all night and for the marathon the next day. Of course, some of that heavy feeling was probably nerves just thinking about what was going to transpire in the morning.
We arose early Sunday morning, the morning of the New York City Marathon. The New York Times newspaper read, “Police officers and firefighters linked arms to lead the field of 30,000 onto the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge. The firefighters and police officers wore race bibs with the names of the dead on their arms and scribbled badge number on their headbands. They also wore photographs of their fallen colleagues and relatives. As the runners began to climb the bridge, many looked to their left to see the brutal altering of the Manhattan skyline, a construction crane visible where the twin towers of the World Trade Center once stood. One man, from Bordeaux, France who was running this race for the fifth time said, ‘It’s empty, like something important is missing.’ The mood was subdued but lightened and built as the race went on. No incidents of terrorism were reported.”
Barbara, that must have been an awesome sight, filled with so much emotion.
ReplyDeleteI can relate to wearing boots that were torture!! I remember once in a Mall in San Francisco, I had these really cute "HIGH" heeled boots... so cute with the outfit, but my toes were bloody by the time we got home. Never again.... I go for the comfort now...my boots are low heel, and I take comfort over fashion these days.
Love your journey, and your comments on my blog.
Love and Hugs
Wanda
Oh Barb ~~ The reason we haven't sent the pictures, Don is having trouble with his computer, so we are going to have to download them on mine so I can email them... Soon, but not yet!!!
ReplyDeleteI can sympathize with you on the sore feet from wearing high heeled boots...I wore mine this past weekend when we did the Candlelight Stroll in Niagara Falls and I was hobbling by the time we got back to the car! lol
ReplyDeleteI can well imagine how emotional it was when the race was starting and you could all see where the twin towers had once been.
I haven't had any carolers here yet but then in the last few years we haven't been getting any. It seems that fewer people are doing that which is sad because I use to love opening my door to them:-) xoxo