The Seinfeld Blog

Rain in the forecast but we didn’t care, it was above 40 degrees and we had been cooped up for too long.  Undecided about where to go, JAM said, “We haven’t been east for a while and we should go over to the other side of the island.  East it was.

With our umbrellas tucked out of sight, we headed across the island in search of the East River.  As we took off it started to sprinkle.

Uneven sidewalks, trash bags lining the curbs waiting to be hauled somewhere, jackhammers breaking up streets and curbs, the rat-a-tat-tat echoing down the canyon streets of Midtown, taxi cabs honking incessantly, sirens off in the distance.  The cinema and symphony of the city we have come to love.

The rain began to pick up.

In Times Square tourists flocked to the valentine photo stage, “Window To The Heart”.  The City never ceases to provide entertainment.

NYPD was involved in an intensive investigation, so we left them alone.

We proceeded eastward through a fine exhibit of mid-19^th century architecture.  5 story walk-ups housing bars, restaurants, barbers and spas and apartments.  We love the zig-zag of the fire escapes lacing down the facades of the buildings.

The rain began to come down harder.

At 5^th Ave, we changed our mind about going to the East River. The rain was coming hard, we were getting duck wet and the last thing we needed was more water!  We headed for the Apple store.

Down 5^th Ave, we passed windows with ultra-trendy dresses and chic 6-inch stiletto shoes, sparkling bracelets and diamond encrusted watches.  Total 5^th Ave excess.

Across the street, a dozen rain drenched protesters didn’t want to buy furs at Bergdorf-Goodman.

Apparently, the pigeons felt it was too wet to fly around in their flock today.  They patiently sat out the rain and watched the traffic around Central Park.  I think they were waiting for feeding time for the horses.  The birds wanted the spilled grain.

Those poor horses.  Dragging people around the park all day long and just getting a bucket of grain.  And when they get it, dive bombing pigeons swoop down to steal it!  The horses need a union!

Uh…they do have a union.  They are members of the Teamsters and have work condition clauses!  The pigeons are non-union.

As we turned toward home, an elderly man asked for directions to St Luke’s Hospital.  We googled it, decided on the best route and sent him on his way.  As he ambled away in the rain without an umbrella, I hoped that I had understood him correctly and sent him in the right direction.

I often wonder how many foreign tourists I have sent in the wrong direction in my offers to help.

Well, four hours and five miles later, soaking wet and bone tired, we arrived home at our little fun sized apartment.

When I sat down to write this blog, I thought what is the story?  We went out for a walk and it rained.  Nothing happened.  And there’s your blog.

Why would somebody read it?

Because it’s on the internet!

Not yet, it isn’t.

That is so Seinfeld!