This is the story of an excellent after-work adventure. (Can you believe that twenty-two years have passed since that movie came out? Can you believe that, just about every year, someone has managed to make a movie even dumber than that one?)
Anyway, about my excellent after-work adventure on an excellent and fair day: It goes to show how English ladies, after getting a little bit of French culture, lead impressionable young women down all sorts of paths they never planned:
Well, OK, I'm not so young anymore. As for impressionable....All right. This lady certainly didn't protest when she whispered, "Let us abscond!"
And abscond we did, first through an exotic land:
|West 139th Street, Harlem, NYC|
From thence she transported me to a land where the language spoken was not mine:
|Union City, NJ: No es necesario para hablar ingles aqui.|
Then, after our journey down a mighty river, we came upon a realm of ships and bridges:
|From the Staten Island Ferry|
Thence we boarded a great vessel and countenanced many more bridges:
|Brooklyn and Manhattan Bridges, seen from the Staten Island Ferry|
Finally, we encountered an aged but fine vessel:
And so ended our great voyage:
(Somehow I get the feeling that this is the image many people have of American History--or of immigration, anyway!)
Yes, twas a sweet voyage. This young maiden gaped in disbelief upon realizing she had pedaled over 45 miles in her after-work ride. She was well contented, for I am that maiden.
So ends this tale of an excellent after-work adventure.