Flying Into NYC
Thursday I flew into La Guardia for the first time. (I had previously flown exclusively into JFK.) It was an exceptionally clear day; Manhattan looked like a toy city, in sharp contrast. There was an obvious hole in the middle of the financial district.
As the plane arched on its way to the runway, we flew over a toenail beach peppered with parasols. The whole was one of the most beautiful aerial views I’ve ever seen.
