Haven’t made it to my beloved Manhattan in far too long, and it’ll just have to wait for me for a few more months. No gus for you dear city, not in this calendar year. You’ll just have to make due. You’ll find a way. Before you know it I’ll be careening onto your shores, coursing into your asphalt veins, via the $15 Chinatown bus from Boston. Historians will be standing by to record the moment of my landfall, a much-awaited reunion of international significance, perhaps a holiday will even be born.
Really not sure what I’m talking about. But I pulled this up from some deep archival cavern and it indeed is one of the views nearby to where the Fung-Wah bus discards its weary passengers, thrusts them into the aromas of ethnic America.
Stay strong dear Manhattan.