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Well, Air France was the choice, since they are supposed not to give a damn about smoking prohibition in France (all those
strong Gitanes and all), but there was some dissapointment later.
It took me 10 minutes to pack. We were hunting booze
all night. Had to run to the plane literally (hey, I don't chase buses!) and kind of caught it. Laughs.
...and then it started. After wonderful experiences of acceleration and take offs I spent half a day in Charles deGaulle Airport
in Paris. Cute chicks hang out there. And of course, I stepped on my eyeglasses. Shades. Now the light is hurting what's left
of my head.
We roll. To the JFK, NY. Been there last time when JFK Inn used to be named Jade East. Spent a nice Saturday
night at the Willow Tavern (Cedarhurst, LI) - Jerry is no longer with us, but it served the purpose of lagging the lag.
As far as planning of the trip is concerned, I still didn't give a .... (you know what).
Nostalgia came over me while hanging around the Washinton Square Park on a beautiful Sunday. Strolling the well vomited-on
streets from early nineties was like it's all coming back to me. Only the fact of 5+ dollar beers was a turn-off. Oh, yeah,
and NYC under Koch and Dinkins had somewhat more personality. Now everything is blue, but the cabs still don't want to take
you to Brooklyn.
My all-time favorite spot is Greenwich Village, so from Jane to Merrick street (Corner pub to Fanelli's)
is my territory. Nice, but I was getting anxious if there will be any savings left to go on.
Met Jackie and had a nice
dinner & chat & gimlets. Not all things change in seven years.
And after getting sober, I used some LIRR, Amtrak and other facilities that took me to Providence, RI. In vain ! I can buy
a previously wrecked V8 such as Charger, Grand-Prix, a Chevy-van or Ranchero - all hot-rodded, but registration is a problem
nowadays (not a resident). Since I'm getting too old for burning tyres running away from the Force, I decided on a very nice
option. THE AUTO DRIVEAWAY !
I'll skip the sensations of dozing on trains and bus stations on 42nd street and taking
a night bus to Hackensack, NJ. And visiting the greatest Greek diner of them all.
A bunch of extremely nice people
asked me if I'm driving stick.... So the Driveaway had finaly found someone who will take the Porsche to Texas.
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by....more to come on next pages.../
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