Saturday, March 24, 2012
JFK again, NYC, Presidents day
Today is Presidents day.
The Aeroport is overloaded 2 hours to pass immigration.
My cab driver is a happy Sikh he has 5 children. He tells me is a needy man and so must work all the time.
But now his eyes are drooping with fatigue.
Everytime we pick up speed I watch him carefully in the mirror.
Sometime after this happened.
Sometime before this happened.