THE BRONX ZOO. There were different species of monkeys, gazelley types of creatures and a rather vocal grumbly lion. His jungle sounds made your hair stand up on end! Most animals were away for the winter. I think they were in Florida!
Then on over to Arthur Avenue.
The Italian Food mecca in the Bronx! A wonderful ending to a wonderful day. What could be better ~ a carafe of house wine and a platter of antipasto. Life is good.
Getting to NYC was another story.... Having a bulky backpack and totebag I was struggling to keep my belongings in one place on the NYC bound bus. I shifted towards the HUGE picture window on the bus. All of a sudden my window swings out and open! The bus driver is yelling at me to close the window! I yelled back with certainty, "I didn't open it!" (it was my elbow...I must have a high IQ for that ever so smart elbow of mine!)
The woman behind me immediately helps and grabs the swinging window back into place. We shove down the bar that latches the window closed and locked. My
Good Samaritan then says to me, to get my foot and kick the bar down! I said back to her now almost laughing/crying, "I can't get my leg up that far." All during this- you got to me kidding me, I don't want any part of this adventure time- I am holding onto my belongings with a white knuckle grip! My buddy now gets up and with her high heeled boots and bravado ready to give one swift kick to the faulty latch! I quickly convinced her that the latch was back in it's secure location. She then looks me in the eye and says, "you don't need a lawsuit."
Panic? Sweating? Scared? You bet! All the rest of the bumpy, bumpy ride into Port Authority I was panicked that my large bus window would fall out of it's hinge and plunge me and my lonesome into litigation hell!
Once we reached the bus depot, I think I ran
all the way to safety right into my youngest son's arms!
The following day I was riding the subway (all by myself for the second time in my life) I really thought would I rather....be on a bus with a swinging loose huge picture window, or be sitting across from a fellow passenger while he repeatedly banged his head on the wall, and at the same lucky time, wild teenagers were huffing some sort of substance behind me.
Myself and other passengers moved ourselves to another area of the subway car. I then decided the bus although a different scarier was scarier safer.
Regards, Amy the Adventurer.
