Yesterday I went into the city, because we were having a party for one of my friends who is getting married. I did not drive in since the host lived close to Grand Central, so I just caught an express train. I am no longer new to the city, but I still love coming up from the bowels of the station into the Grand Central Terminal. Maybe if I commuted there every day I would get sick of it, but it is just so...grand! When I was walking back to the station, I saw a man squatting in the street with a camera on a tripod. I looked where it was pointing, and I saw the Chrysler building looming above me (and perfectly lit up). So those are 2 simple moments that can happen when you go there, but you can not get it anywhere else.
Now, should I sing some Sinatra?
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