It's been a week and no words have come, I know.  I even made a play date with a legal pad and some quiet corner but alas, nada.  People keep asking me what the best part/meal of NYC was and my only response is that I don't know.  I need to think on it and write and see what happens.  All things are eventual or so says Stephen King.  I'm out of excuses not to write so soon I hope.  It's cold out, late night TV sucks so soon I hope.  Nightly night...