Oh, when the 'stache...

The return.  Another whirlwind, in which the luck of the road caught up with you a bit.  Tiring connections, loud-mouthed children, too-long plays, unfortunate Spurs comeback, terrible drunken walking tour through the Village, overpriced shave, sold out jazz, disappointing travelzoo restaurant, lack of salsa dancing ability...  But the live television shows were an experience, the curious incident spectacular, plus the chance to glimpse the inside of Ed Sullivan's theatre and so on, as a legend nears retirement.  But it is a city that has lost its appeal for me a little, and the recent appreciation of its dollar not helping.  The bustling of the chase within the concrete buildings has such limited appeal.  And so you dream of the outdoors, and rain...  and of 50 mcnuggets for the Feast of All Fools.