Direct flight from SFO to JFK. Blessedly on-time at the gate, and on-time arriving. Still grumpy about the ridiculous security procedures. One of my (many) resolutions for the year: fly less. Thanks for nothing, TSA.
Arrival in New York slightly marred by grandmother’s losing her purse (temporarily) and grandfather having a hard time stopping by the terminal long enough to pick us up (traffic cops).
For dinner, met their friend of 65+ years. A very sharp lady with a very ‘New York’ way of speaking. Good listening for a tired traveler.
Aside from a few small patches of snow, Westchester has not visibly changed in my 10-day absence. Definitely not the balmy 50-degree weather that I saw before leaving though.