It's also about 80 miles northwest of New York City where our niece Lorrie lives. On Saturday evening, Lorrie took a train up to visit with us for the night and Sunday afternoon. We loved seeing her again. We realized it's been about 4 years since we'd seen her last.
We drove her back to the city late Sunday afternoon. Now that was quite an adventure. Talk about traffic jams. Wow. Bumper to bumper cars the whole way once we got near the George Washington Bridge. And that was on a Sunday. I can't even imagine what it must be like during the week. We got to see Lorrie's small but charming and cozy apartment and meet her adorable kitty cat before we had to head back.
Still bumper to bumper traffic until we got back over the George Washington Bridge. Then the congestion eased, but I somehow managed to miss an off ramp and had to circle back around to get on track again. Which would have been no big deal, but it meant I had to go through a toll booth. Which would have been no big deal, it was only one dollar, but we're such rookies at that kind of thing, we didn't know the "exact change" lane meant exact coins not bills. We had a dollar bill ready but once we got up to the gate we saw a big bowl sort of thing to toss your coins into, but nowhere to put a dollar bill and no human toll taker anywhere nearby. We scrambled to find a dollar in coins. No luck. Now what? It's not possible to turn around and traffic was lining up behind us so we couldn't back up and go into a different lane. Finally I noticed a sign that read "If coin reader fails, honk horn, wait 10 seconds, then proceed." So that's what I did. I honked, counted to 10 and drove off. Hopefully we won't get a ticket in the mail a month from now.
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