<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2eqf9j4.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center"><strong>Peter Warcaof</strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center"><strong>CGDA Benefactor</strong><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div></div></div><br/>Munching on our food, Jaclyn and I sit and wait for our ride.<strong>“A capital way to leave New York, New York I should say.”</strong><br/><br/>We fall into companionable silence, it being a wonderful day.<br/><br/>After a bit of quiet, I chuckle,<strong>“The biggest challenge in travel is food I find.  It’s a state of mind.  If one thinks, what’s not to love—like the dog or Orangina—one enjoys.  Works for me.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“I have one exception.  That African sponge bread.  Can’t do it.  Won’t do it.”</strong><br/><br/>I see a car pull up and the driver doing a look-about.<strong>“I do believe we are on our way to the airport.”</strong><br/>