I’ll paraphrase my observation to spare you of lengthy bitterness. Naturally, we happened upon the old CBGB building.

She had seemed unimpressed until this point, and it did my heart joy to see her excite. Kathryn lead me wistfully through streets lined with bodegas and enough lamp & lighting stores to illuminate the vegas strip. The concept of feeling foreign in my home country was exhilarating. The only opposition to the protest I observed was the obvious police presence and one man holding a sign claiming their efforts were anti-semitic.įrom there we made our way through chinatown. I inquired about it and the older couple holding the sign were more than happy to answer my questions.

One of the signs they held listed the 418 villages that had been destroyed between 1949-1999. It was a palestinian base preaching of solidarity for the natives being pushed out of Israel by the Israeli government. A little ways up the street, chants of a protest erupted. We saw a chamber orchestra practicing, a sphinx cat looking pensively at foot traffic, and shops for every hobby and need. The city lived up to it’s reputation and was constantly buzzing with activity. The car was parked in the garage and despite a hitch in navigation, we arrived at the One world trade center (while under construction, still appeared massively impressive) From there, we wandered to a hot dog stand where we inhaled some underdressed street meat and developed our route. We’d then drive the car to the next rest area. We then developed our vagabond plan to sleep in the car at a rest area somewhere in new jersey, park the car at a garage in hoboken, ride the train to new york, sightsee, catch the show,then end the night hanging out in bars till the train ran again at 6 am. We debated it briefly and both figured we’d gone too far to turn back. After being robbed blind by The E-Z pass toll booths, the dwindling funds, and nowhere to stay, It seemed best to turn around. All the uncertainty had crept back to her. The drive went smoothly till we had stopped for gas in pennsylvania. I asked her if she was sure, she reaffirmed her statement, and we were off.

After an hour of moping by my lonesome in the car, Kathryn came in, held me tightly and told me we had to do this. We had overslept on the day of departure, we chased our tails furiously renting the car, and we had canceled the hotel thinking we’d not be making the trip. (we’ll touch on that later) The trip started out immediately in turmoil. The audience made this surprisingly easy though.

Reviewing the show with any sort of objectivity would be difficult, being that I’ve been a fan for quite some time.

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