In August of 2001, Mike and I decided we were going
to take a trip to New York. We had friends there, Michael Jackson was
putting on a concert, and we were just bored and financially well-off
enough to go for a week or so.
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| Everyone else was too broke to come with, so we packed up, boarded a
plane and went for broke. We mostly didn't have our cameras with us, but
when we did we took photos of everything. |
| The flight was smooth, with no stopovers, so a few hours of GBA Castlevania
and an unhealthily steady string of Canada Dry's later we were in proper
airspace. The city glowed beneath us through the clouds, and I remember
thinking the warm happy-lonely feeling that often comes with travel. I
wondered what the city would smell like from up there, and we landed a
few minutes later. It was September 6, 2001. |
