On a sunny July Saturday, Dad and I took an early morning Metro North train and hopped off (literally) at Breakneck Ridge. A lot of other city dwellers seemed to have the same idea.
On the way back home to Brooklyn, we took our time in Grand Central, gawking at its ceiling as if for the first time.
It's really hard to make the Chrysler Building fit into the camera box, you have to put it in sideways.
The following day, we went for an early afternoon beer in Battery Park.
And a long, slow, walk back home.
