The way this guy (that's what you call them in Brooklyn--you call them "guys") popped his ingredients on the pizza merited a quick video clip I thought. Love that beefy upper arm going like clockwork.
We were always on the hunt for an outlet where Barbara could charge her phone. I couldn't figure out why until I arrived home and checked her Facebook page. The whole trip was up there, complete with a photo album, comments and little entries the entire weekend. Add to that our Four-Square competition on the day we were with Chad, and yep, that would suck the juice right out of a phone.
Here she is at the Apple Store, phone plugged in, waiting for a charge.
Barbara chatting with a friend.
Central Park fall colors. Even on a gloomy day, they are beautiful.
Times Square billboards from Chad's window, including an ad for the Book of Mormon musical (below).
That's all for now. I'm blending the others into the regular posts, but I had missed these.