My old stomping ground
I took a trip into the city (Manhattan) today to take care of some business and on the way back home I walked around to enjoy the beautiful weather and to take in the scenery before I caught the train.
At one time in my life I wanted to live in Manhattan I use to travel there frequently to eat at the fancy indoor and outdoor restaurants, to shop, and to go to my job when I worked over that way.
When my family originally came up from Virginia during the 1940’s or 1950’s they resided within Manhattan before some of them spread about to other states and locations.
My mother herself was born and raised in the city.
As I walked through the streets this morning I snapped a few photos with my smartphone of water falls and lounging spots, I love these type of cozy views.
I also happened to come to a corner where I noticed a section of a street barricaded and blocked off while policemen stood around armed with automatic weapons.
I looked up then realized why.
I had came upon Trump Towers on my path throughout Manhattan. I hadn’t been toward that direction in a while.