When we woke on Saturday, it was to find Pluto staring out the window as if to fix the Port Authority Bus Terminal permanently in her memory. Pluto is the Bernese Mountain Dog puppy plush toy received as a Christmas present eight or so years ago that seems to travel on all family vacations. We did some packing, but before we left Manhattan, we had to visit the New York University Visitors Center and feed the fire to learn that burns in the heart of every young person. OK, I’m not that old, I haven’t forgotten my attitude toward the fonts of knowledge – or their gatekeepers. What worked for me was a sort of hypnosis or hysteria that could not consider anything less than a Bachelors Degree – in something.
In addition to Pluto, here are a couple shots of Washington Square Park which, as the girl in the Visitor’s Center put it, “doesn’t belong to the University, but might as well.” We close our trip with a picture that I didn’t take on purpose, but which sums up my New York experience – it’s a bit blurry, but it looks like everyone is going very fast.
