The sun out, the grasses waving in the breeze outside the airport. It’s all so picturesque I could screech. The vast majority of our trees here in Ohio have not yet started to change color, yet most show a dulling of the lush green. My last chance to look at “lush green” for a few days until after the hubbub at Madison Square Garden is over. I don’t count anything in Central Park as being lush, since it’s artificial, citified, and doesn’t have a square inch in it that’s not known a human foot.
Evidently, I won’t be entirely welcomed by the New York City population as a whole. In fact, I am unwelcome. Officially unwelcome. As you can see, at least one web site has been devoted to officially unwelcoming me.
Don’t I just feel the wuv?
And I’m not even on the plane yet.
white pebble 