Our friends Russell and Cheryl are also leaving New York this summer for a land far away, and like us they’re giving up a lot of wonderful things for the unknown (or the barely known).  Recently they came up with a NYC Bucket List, and on it included a visit to the Cloisters, which is our neighborhood’s museum at the top of Fort Tryon Park.  When I read their lengthy list I commented that I didn’t think mine would be as long, but I did agree that revisiting beloved places was a good idea.  So last weekend we combined our plans and the five of us traipsed through the cold and beautiful park up to the glorious old castle whose architecture is more familiar to us than the Empire State Building (whose top happens to be on Huck’s bucket list).

I just read an old quote by JFK: “Other cities are nouns.  New York’s a verb.”  I’m ready to live in a noun for a while, but for now I shall put on my good shoes, hope my plantar fasciitis goes away someday, and prepare to do a lot of walking and appreciating.