3 PM: A Cup of Coffee with...

Vicky is coming back home form her outing with Jim, her beau, and yes he is with her too, we meet, and watch Vicky making a special dish to bring along for the next adventure. It is gonna be another dance, this time I hoping for a better one than on Friday evening. Lets see Preston Frank is playing at a place way up north. Somebody Scream New York is the organizer and in the last minute they had to change the venue, instead in Ossining at the Eagles Hall it is at a bar in Peekskill, NY, not a bad place. The 3 of us get there just in time when the dance-lessons are over. I meet a few familiar faces, some from last Friday some from earlier in my Zydeco career in the NY area.

Preston is playing... let the fun beginn... with lots of Vicky Sandwiches...

Here with Jim and me!!!

Then other variations...

Mickey is a guy I met some years ago at a Zydeco Festival in Salt Point, NY. Tom I keep meeting at so many different places, I don't really know where he belongs to!!!

Needless to say I had a much better time here than on Friday, lets just forget about that dance that night out in Kingston, okay! Good food was only the one Vicky brought, the rest was dips and stuff and a few god desserts, I was hungry by the time we left and ready to hit a serious diner on the way home. But driver and copilot had a different plan. Home to bed to rest to get up early in the morning to go to work. Ahh it's a school-night, I almost forgot!!!
Before I go to sleep I get some more things at the computer done. You'd never guess what...
In the morning I continued on last nights computer work, the never-ending catching-up with this blog here. I'm taking way too many pictures and have too many stories to tell, what can I do.
For a break a walk to Bronxville to find the grocery-store Vicky tried to explain to me where to find it. I need a refill on yogurt, apples and bananas for my breakfast of champions. On this excursion I find out how close the Tuckahoe and Bronxville stations are. Vicky's apartment is about a 5 minute walk from the Tackahoe station and it is about a 15 minute walk from her place to continue on that road to the Bronxville Station.
So when I was back home, had my breakfast, kind of like had enough with computer work and got myself ready to go to the train I figured to walk to the Bronxville station since I have enough time to kill before the train gets here.
I buy another round-trip ticket for 12 dollars, and get back to Manhattan. In the train I finally had some energy to read in the book I started weeks ago, "The Best Travel Writing" it has been hard to find the time to read, I miss it. Anyway this book is a collection of short-stories. The first one is about the coco-bean and the Dagoba chocolate bar, I'm thinking about Susan and how I helped her with making chocolate candies the one time, what fun it was.
It's 1:30 when I scramble my way out of the Grand Central Station, the weather today is real bad, looks like rain and it is kind of cold, me, I'm wearing a t-shirt and feel fine, but compare to the rest of the New Yorkers, way underdressed. My quest to nowhere in Manhattan continues. I hope to hear form Piper so we can hook-up again and at least have a cup of coffee together, but that idea got scratched when I get the text-message from her that she has other plans back in Brooklyn. That's fine, I'll find a cup of my own with something else...

Times Square...