And Back to NYC on the Metro...1st Time in 16 Months. Hard to Believe...a Bit Eerie, But Beautiful Day at the MOMA (in the Rain)

On Dylan's bucket-list before heading to Germany for 3 Years (he re-enlisted in the U.S. Army) was to see the Museum of Modern Art in NYC. Five of the Six floors were open, and we made it in time to beat the absolute down-pours. The weather called for 100% rain, for 100% of the day. BUT, we only had mist when we headed in and were able to walk to the museum with no problems. There was, however, a huge line to get in, but we were an hour early, and found a pizza joint outside Central Park to get a fix of NYC pizza before we got out culture on. It was a bit more gourmet than they were used to, but I had my first pizza sandwich, and I'd go back if I could. 

The trains were empty and so were the streets. Very odd to be in NYC without crowds and crowds of people. Also sad to see so much shut down and closed.

Still, MOMA was rocking, and it was odd to be around so many people for 3 hours in masks, although I imagine everyone venturing out right now is vaccinated. 

Naturally, Mike and I gravitated toward the more humorous art, discussing ways we could reinvest in our careers with a box of crayons and some wax paper. We also thought about bronzing our turds, as their seems to be a market for that, too. 

We did see Van Gogh's Starry Night, several Frida Kahlos, a few Salvador Dali pieces, some Jackson Pollock, Monet's Water Lilies, Gustav Klimp's blanket paintings, etc. etc. etc. But we were drawn to the more humor art that made us smile and think. I enjoyed the Jacob Lawrence room, as I did some writing on his work a few months back with a school in Bridgeport. 

Seriously, despite the rain, the insanity of being post-Covid, and the pain-in-the-ass stop-by-stop of the Metro from Stratford to Grand Central ride, it really was a wonderful day in the city. It's also a beautiful ride along the Sound with much to look at along the way. 

This morning, however, we awake for round II, a little north of Manhattan as we travel to the Bronx for a Yankees game...a bucket-list dream of Mike's.

And they are no longer calling for rain. Just clouds. We're good. Very, very good. 

Just need to pick up Tunga ins Stamford and we're off.