Day 27: Walk Before the Storm

Wasn't sure whether I would make it out before the winter blast hits us, but then, walked the cross streets from 45th to 52nd.

Turned out that my "whether" turned out to be talk about the weather. By the end of the weather talks, my shepherd's staff had been transformed into a ski pole!

At or about the 100-mile mark in my Walk of Hope does not make me an expert in anything, but I have a couple of observations. There are the same kind of roads, the same kind of telephone poles, same kind of congestion, the same horns honking, the same kind of litter, the same stores, etc.

Based upon my experiences, the same kind of people! Right?