From: nebusj-@-rpi-.edu   
      
   	[ Sorry for the interruption.  Stuff started overwhelming me. ]   
      
   	A touch east from the NBA Experience Store my father and I went   
   past Trump Tower, which wouldn't have drawn any interest from me except   
   my father wanted a picture of him in front of it doing a ``you're fired''   
   gesture.  I assume it was, anyway.  I don't care for The Apprentice   
   because of its reality show component and its Donald Trump component,   
   though based on the commercials I saw I'd also decided to not care for   
   Celebrity Apprentice for its Andrew Dice Clay component.  I was worried   
   about wearing out my camera batteries with starting it up and shutting   
   it down too much, particularly in the cold (it's a Singaporean camera)   
   but that turned out to not be a problem.   
      
   	We started walking up what would be the east side of Central   
   Park, which my admittedly vague memory map of Manhattan suggested was   
   the wrong side to get to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, but my father   
   was sure he knew where he was going and he is the person who can identify   
   every intersection between Virginia and New Hampshire while I remember   
   about four street names, and three of them are Interstates.   
      
   	Had I mentioned that it was a cold and a very windy day?  Because   
   it was both and it wasn't making any attempts to warm up.  It was the sort   
   of day that makes it feel reasonable to consider setting your clothes on   
   fire.  As we kept walking and found no signs of museums anywhere soon we   
   did notice the Apple Store Manhattan, that subterranean center with the   
   glass cube top, and thought that might be a great way station.   
      
   	It wasn't a successful trip in terms of finding software I wanted   
   to buy more than I wanted to carry it around all day.  They did have a   
   copy of Roller Coaster Tycoon 3: Soaked, which I would have loved except   
   I got it as a Christmas present anyway after months of not being able to   
   find it in the Apple stores around me.  Also they had an   
   interesting-looking game where you run little cake shop and a sequel   
   where you run some small-town restaurants until, I trust, Gordon Ramsey   
   comes in and yells at you for not running different restaurants entirely.   
      
   	And I was able to show using the store's iPods just how to use my   
   mother's iPod, which apparently she's never refused to let him use, but   
   which she hasn't explained to and has kept instructions away from him.   
   And my father regarded it as a great stopping point as they have a (clean)   
   bathroom.   
      
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   								Joseph Nebus   
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