A Day in Manhattan

My friend Goldie had her foot re-organized a few weeks ago and is not allowed to stand on it at all for weeks and weeks.   But she wanted to go to a college -- Columbia University J School --  reunion in New York City this past weekend.  Since my Mother, who lives on East 77th Street, would always like to see me, I decided to drive Goldie up to NYC from DC.

Here's Goldie on her knee scooter. She managed to get around very well.  Her class has some really accomplished journalists in it, including some Pulitzer Prize winners.

While Goldie hung out with her classmates, my Mom and I met cousin Jon at Madison Square Park with the intention of walking along on the High Line, which we did.   But the park turned out to be quite an adventure itself.  Here's Mom and Jon.  

There was a Sikh food festival.

Now, the really funny thing is that British artist Antony Gormley has a sculpture exhibit in and around the square made up of a naked man in bronze. 

This the naked guy, penis and all. 

So I'm assuming the Sikh's didn't approve of the appendage. So they covered him up:

That's Mom with the Naked Man in his Gramper (diaper for 'gramps').  What's really cool is that this bronze man was everywhere around the park, on the roofs of several buildings all around us.  There ....

and there

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look there too!!!