Riding in the backseat, going up FDR Drive in Manhattan, when Mr. Floyd's damned "And There Won't Be Snow In Africa This Christmas" song came on. So I was just sitting there, giving the middle finger to the car radio when we drove underneath the 59th Street bridge.
Whoa. Dats a bigga thingamahookey.
Didn't notice the skyscrapers, and the snow flurries just made me nostalgic. But my brain couldn't quite compute this kind of gigantitechture. Accra (and Nairobi and Kampala) is so tiny compared to these grand New York structures.
Right now I sound like a thousand college kids who just got home from their semester abroad, so I'll wrap up and head off to the bank. May need the middle finger there, too.
