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.