NEW YORK YOU MAKE IT HAPPEN

I wrote this while flying over Toronto on the back of my boarding pass....It is 1844 on Sunday February 17th - just over an hour delayed. One one side of me a girl is wrapped up in a gaudy shiny pink blanket is sleeping while her pink Ipod blares Uninvited by Alanis Morrisett. On my left the dude is also sleeping. We've climbed high enough now that I can't se the pretty city lights anymore and the flight attendants are coming around with complimentary drinky drinks - chardonnay please! as I anxiously await the bright lights of NY...

TO THE CITY THAT BLENDS AND MENDS AND TESTS