We're on-high - in Lisa's (parent's) 50th floor penthouse in Manhattan. The sky outside is a cloudless, blinding powder-blue, infinite and reflective as liquid. A TV news helicopter flew by under her window a few minutes ago.
If you don't feel God-like looking down on the world from her living room, then you're probably an atheist. Peter was with us and as we stood, looking out on Central Park and NYC from her balcony, he was suitably impressed by it all - from the chopper ride in from New Haven to the opulent digs.
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Gee, can'tya just put a vertical line through the horizontal line, at right angles OF COURSE! You are welcome. bri : )
Ha!