And by what charm do you claim to have
Dared to woo a country lass
Of western prairies and slow-going German stock?
Perhaps it was your soaring lines and arches,
The splendor of the gleaming lights,
The haunting cords of history woven,
Or your many-colored children.
What charm, I cannot rightly say,
But this I know,
I long to live your streets in the glimmer of the rain.
I flew from Zurich to JFK, arriving in New York on Monday evening, March 21. My sister, Sara, and a friend flew from Kansas to meet me where we toured NYC for a day and a half and then traveled by train to Lancaster, PA for REACH conference on the 24th and 25th. We stayed in Brooklyn, visited the Ministry Training Center in Queens, stopped in close to Times Square for lunch, rode the Staten Island Ferry, visited the 911 memorial, and finished off with Brooklyn Bridge. I am not counting all the various detours we took in trying to find our way through the city subways. It was a bit exhausting after having flown in from Thailand, but we loved every minute of it. Ok, well, the aching feet we didn’t love.