October 17
We were eager to enter the city again. This time we surfaced from the inner bowels of the subway onto Times Square. The gigantic signs bursting with electric streams of light bordered both sides of the streets from all directions, as far as one could see. Barb stood in line at the Marriott to get 50% off tickets for a matinee. Then we looked for a place for lunch.
I had some trepidation at first about experiencing this aspect of NYC. There are 20,000 restaurants here. Barb’s normal routine of researching and choosing restaurants is well known for its thorough and painstaking process. Our family readily shares, that while traveling and having lunch with Barb, most of the conversation centers on where to have dinner. One of the locals put me at ease. “They are all good,” he stated. “If they weren’t they’d be out of business in no time.”
We walked down the side streets meandering toward our theater when we walked right into St. Luke’s Lutheran Church. Theaters, restaurants, and office buildings were built up against its walls. The front door was ajar so we walked in. Rev. Schmiege, wearing his robe, was sitting on a bench in the Narthex. He stood up to greet us. We introduced ourselves, we confessed that we had not been to church in a month, and we asked if we could sit in the sanctuary for a time. “Sure,” he replied. “We have a service in the corner chapel at 12:10. You are welcome to join us. We are also serving communion.” I looked at my watch. It was 12:05. We joined 6 others in the “lunch hour” service. It was an opportunity for reflection and worship just off Broadway.
Lunch was in a “hole in the wall” crowded Thai restaurant just around the corner.
The musical comedy we attended was “Curtains” staring David Hyde Pierce (formerly
Niles on Frazier). The house was full and the production excellent.
After the show we made our way to the Rockefeller Center (NBC). We took the elevator the 70 stories up to the “Top of the Rock”. Unfortunately, the weather was beginning to change and a pale of haze had engulfed the city - humidity, not pollution. The skyline view offered no sunset moment and the thousand of stalagmite-like skyscrapers were draped in light fog.
Dinner was New York pizza at a nearby spot. We hung around the center into the evening then boarded the subway and train to return home around 9:30.
We were eager to enter the city again. This time we surfaced from the inner bowels of the subway onto Times Square. The gigantic signs bursting with electric streams of light bordered both sides of the streets from all directions, as far as one could see. Barb stood in line at the Marriott to get 50% off tickets for a matinee. Then we looked for a place for lunch.
I had some trepidation at first about experiencing this aspect of NYC. There are 20,000 restaurants here. Barb’s normal routine of researching and choosing restaurants is well known for its thorough and painstaking process. Our family readily shares, that while traveling and having lunch with Barb, most of the conversation centers on where to have dinner. One of the locals put me at ease. “They are all good,” he stated. “If they weren’t they’d be out of business in no time.”
We walked down the side streets meandering toward our theater when we walked right into St. Luke’s Lutheran Church. Theaters, restaurants, and office buildings were built up against its walls. The front door was ajar so we walked in. Rev. Schmiege, wearing his robe, was sitting on a bench in the Narthex. He stood up to greet us. We introduced ourselves, we confessed that we had not been to church in a month, and we asked if we could sit in the sanctuary for a time. “Sure,” he replied. “We have a service in the corner chapel at 12:10. You are welcome to join us. We are also serving communion.” I looked at my watch. It was 12:05. We joined 6 others in the “lunch hour” service. It was an opportunity for reflection and worship just off Broadway.
Lunch was in a “hole in the wall” crowded Thai restaurant just around the corner.
The musical comedy we attended was “Curtains” staring David Hyde Pierce (formerly
Niles on Frazier). The house was full and the production excellent.After the show we made our way to the Rockefeller Center (NBC). We took the elevator the 70 stories up to the “Top of the Rock”. Unfortunately, the weather was beginning to change and a pale of haze had engulfed the city - humidity, not pollution. The skyline view offered no sunset moment and the thousand of stalagmite-like skyscrapers were draped in light fog.
Dinner was New York pizza at a nearby spot. We hung around the center into the evening then boarded the subway and train to return home around 9:30.
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