On Sunday, we took a train into the city (NYC, that is). I'm a country girl through and through, but I love to visit the city. I'm a people watcher, a window shopper, a lover of the odd, the extraordinary, the simple, and the sparse, and I got a fine share of all. It was a thoroughly wonderful day. Our only disappointment was not being able to attend the 4 o'clock service at St. Thomas Episcopal Church (in the shadow of St. Patrick's) in its entirety. Their boy's and men's choirs were featured in the service, and when the solo boy soprano's voice rose to touch the vaulted ceilings in the hushed church, I rushed the Bird out before she squawked and shattered the moment. In John's words, "I always have these great ideas that just aren't always possible with a family." We were out, mostly napless, from the eight o'clock train until the night-time nine o'clock one, though, so I think he pulls off some of these great ideas beautifully.