NYC Trip 3

Today, up and at 'em time was early... But not as early as the morning show anchors must rise. Allison C. Of Fox and Friends must get up at three something in the morning. That's before New York city goes to sleep... Oh, wait, NYC is the city that never sleeps.

R. and I got ready and walked to the corner of 47th and Broadway to meet the double-decker tour bus that would transport us to the CBS Early Show studios as well as give us an interesting tour along the way.

We got to the FAO Schwartz store where the shoot was to happen. Thing is, the area the show was to use in the show store was already crowded with high school performance students who were overly obviously excited to be there.

We sang along with Ringo Starr live from Liverpool. Oh what fun. But it was kind of interesting. Of course it would have been better if he were in NYC or better yet, if we were all flown to Liverpool.

After our two seconds of fame R. and I went to Century 21
Store. I bought W.W. a hat that he'll hopefully use instead of that knit cap that makes him look like a little boy.

After that we caught a cab back to the hotel, checked out around noon, then headed to Penn Station. Our train was 15 minutes late.

There is something soothing about the train. No takeoff. No landing. No popping eardrums or pressurized cabins. Minimal turbulence. And the train can only fall so far, depending where it falls from: a bridge over troubled waters, from tracks on a winding mountainside, or from the tracks to the ground underneath.

There is something about Baltimore... Along the train route, there were varying degrees of ghetto I observed from the train car window. Varying degrees of trash. But I tell you when we chugged into Baltimore, the ghetto took on a whole knew appearance. Boarded up buildings. Not just one row of townhouses. Several rows, several buildings... there was even one building I saw that was losing its rectangular prism shape. It appeared to be buckling in the center... giving dilapidated a new meaning.

Oh Baltimore... Is it the Nazareth of modern times? Can any good thing come out of Baltimore?

The answer is yes.