|Easy as pie|
New Amsterdam, it's become much too much
'Til I have the possession of everything she touches
'Til I step on the brake to get out of her clutches
'Til I speak Double Dutch to a real double duchess; --Elvis Costello
As I write, Maty and I are in Newark International Airport, seated at the gate where she will board her flight for Houston, Texas in a scant hour. We will soon part ways, she to visit family in the Lone Star state, I to ride the rails from Lisbon to Amsterdam over the course of the next month. We'll be reunited in mid-November, back home in Portland.
|Maty in Times Square|
|Outside ABC Studios|
But I'm never going to have 10 million dollars. Not in this lifetime. It's just a wistful dream. And, anyway, I think I love my little Rose City too much to leave her.
|Maty and New Yorks' Finest|
|Manikin retinue in H&M Times Square|
|Tatted New Yorker|
I suppose it must be that way.
|Lovely day in Lincoln Square Park|
More from Europe, dear reader. But for now, farewell.