I am in the private lounge of the Shoreham Hotel,
playing my flute, working on a new song, and waiting
for my driver to whirl me off to the airport for my flight to London.
I had the best steak of my life on Sunday across the Williamsburg Bridge
in Brooklyn at Peter Luger’s Steakhouse. “Well done” caused a bit of a stir,
but they got over it. Walking down Madison Avenue from 55th to 10th,
I encountered the New York Persian Day Parade. Horses and dancers and floats
and music galore.
On to Jolly Olde England.