NYC is just a memory now, a dream. 3-1 through 3-4: Pic locale: Central Park.  Sitting atop a rock in Central Park in the Big Apple, Andrea & I chomp on apples & snap photos just as the sun breaks through the clouds.  A blue patch materializes southwest of us.  A skating rink is being smoothed out by a man on a Zamboni.  Andrea is sure that that is the correct spelling of "zamboni".  A horse's hooves clomp on concrete as it pulls a carriage over a bridge where someone is making silky sounds on a saxophone in the tunnel formed beneath the bridge.  I will always love you New York, New York, New York.