Farewell

July 3. Today I woke up “early” to finish packing and restore order to what I have called home for the last 40 odd days. I lugged about 120 pounds of life aka luggage down five flights of stairs. It was harder going than coming. I caught a cab to Laguardia. The driver was nice. Was explaining stuff, but I couldn’t hear so I was like “uh huh.” At the ticket counter I had to adjust my bags because it was a few pounds over and I was not really ready to pay $100 for a heavy bag fee. As I was walking away the ass hole that checked my bag was like “excuse me.” Pointed to a sign that said “gratuity not included.” I thought to myself, “are you on crack?” You just dumped and I mean dumped my luggage down a conveyer belt, and you are asking me to tip you, and you think I’m going to tip you? I think tips are meant for people that earn them, not just assume they get them. Tipping is meant for going above and beyond, or doing something outstanding. Not for when you do something less than piss poor. Please you get paid to do your job. And I get paid to do mine. And if you did a good job and I was grateful for your help I would then “include gratuity.” After being really pissed off at the ass hole that I walked away from after saying nothing. I then went through possibly the fastest security checkpoint in my life. I then watched Weeds for about two hours on my laptop. I then went to grab a drink for the flight since they always give such small portions. Boarded the plane like a pro. With a large drink in one hand pulling my luggage in the other including my personal item, and praying that my pretzel nuggets wouldn’t fall out of my pocket as I boarded the plane. I stashed my carry-on. Went to my seat and realized that I was a window. Had to crawl over a couple with a personal item heavier somehow than the bag I checked it felt like. Set my drink down on the ground, and while trying to stow my personal item knocked over my drink. FUCK! Right? Well then I had to stash my personal item in front of the lady next to me so it wouldn’t get all wet. Then I realized all of my stuff to entertain me was in that bag. But I didn’t want to bother her so I just sat there. I had no headphones to listen to the on flight movie. I had no book. No magazine. Just me and a window. After that flight I considered skydiving. I also realized that I am some sort of disciple. I figure it this way. Patience is a virtue. Thus making me virtuous. This and me being me makes me a disciple status. I will be working on the book of John Z soon. For the next edition of the Bible. Once I finally got off the plane I felt a little New Yorker in me say. “Stop walking so slow and get the hell out of my way!” Ah I may just miss being able to say that and no one looking up. I made it to baggage claim after walking to east and west baggage claims. I now have blisters. I finally got to sit down to wait for my ride. I was picked up and escorted home. I realized the thing I was surprised most to see, other than a speedometer reading higher than 15mph, was not the mountains. But the sky. You hardly see it in the city. In a city that I am sure I will see again, I made these conclusions. In my personal opinion, which is the only one that matters, I have selected places and things in New York that receive my seal of approval. A very hard thing to obtain. For best park I select High Line, for it’s innovation, design, and layout. For bringing something unexpected into a city where nothing is surprising. The best view of the city would be the Metropolitan Museum of Art’s roof top garden. While Top of the Rock is beautiful, the Met is breathtaking and an unconventional view of a “familiar” city. For best window displays, because I really did search, Bergdorf Goodman’s. For best museum, good old Frank brings it home for the Guggenheim, but the Museum of Modern Art was a close second. For best-unexpected adventure New York Trapeze Class would take the cake. For best adventure overall, I would have to say the experience itself. While individual adventures may protrude more than others, the overall experience was life changing and significant. And for that reason I stand by my decision. In the grand scheme of things when time is measured in billions of years and if time were to be transposed into a song. I would be possibly a note in that song, and this adventure would perhaps be a few dots of ink that makes my note visible on the page of time. But without those dots, I would potentially be a different note and thus time would be a different song. Gandhi said something to the affect that what you do in your life is insignificant, but it is important that you do it. After a long, and in all reality very short adventure I have come to this. In the journey of life expect the unexpected, always look ahead, and always take advantage of opportunities.