I'm back from my nine-day trip into the wilderness of Manhattan. My thanks to Annie for posting about Terri Schiavo during my absence.
I loved Manhattan. My daughter is taking up an internship there for the next few months. She is staying in converted dorm housing that is part of The New Yorker Hotel in a traveller-rich part of the city, on the border of what used to be known as Hell's Kitchen and is now sometimes referred to as the Clinton district.
We entered Manhattan through the Lincoln Tunnel at 6:00 p.m. on a weekday. The crazyquilt way that many lanes of cars merge into just two lanes was sufficiently terrifying to placid moi that I was on an endorphin high for two hours afterward.
I participated in the Mass of the Lord's Supper on Holy Thursday at St. Patrick's Cathedral, presided over by Cardinal Egan. On Easter Sunday, we joined the Easter Parade outside the Cathedral, before driving (this time through the Holland Tunnel) to North Arlington, New Jersey for Easter dinner at the very welcoming home of one of my good friends in the Rachel's Vineyard community--a team leader of one of the Rachel's Vineyard teams in this area. We had baked ziti as an opening course--perhaps I should have expected this, since we were so close to territory familiar to me through The Sopranos.
We were able to get tickets to Avenue Q, which we enjoyed, but not as much as we enjoyed Altar Boyz.
A very big highlight of the trip is that the Petite Powerhouse joined us one evening for an informal dinner in my daughter's decidedly non-glamorous dorm room. We had to be there in order to watch American Idol, which Dawn has never seen. It was a bland night on American Idol, but Dawn's interest level was heightened when she learned that Constantine had previously covered the Partridge Family classic, "I Think She Loves Me."
I thought often of Terri Schiavo and continue to pray for Terri, those who loved her, those who harmed her, and also for those who mourn that a new line has been crossed.