Manhattan stands tall and proud...the visit proceeds briskly. We visited Lincoln Center last night, to see the Puccini opera about east vs. west, Madame Butterfly. This morning, a rehearsal of the New York Philharmonic, which is nearing an important milestone--15,000 concerts since the days when P.I. Tchaikovsky was guest conducting. Then this afternoon, the "New Colossus," the grande dame in the harbor, who accepts at least some of the tired, poor huddled masses who yearn to be free, and the immigrant processing center where my grandparents and many thousands of others got their first glance of the USA. The Hungarians welcome us tomorrow--that is, after we inspect the Brooklyn Bridge. Oh, and there was a glimpse of the place where they used to have a wall to separate whites from the natives...it's a street now, don't you know, with dollar signs on it.
Message to everybody: Manhattan or Bust!!