There Are Places I Remember

Here are the pictures of places where we used to live, and hospitals where I did my training. It’s hard to believe that it has been more than 10 years since then. (Photos taken during our recent trip back to New York and New Jersey area.)

Drive-by Shooting…….Pictures.

Last week, we had a really long drive to New York. We also did some drive-by shooting……… shooting pictures, that is.

After passing miles and miles of cornfields and farmlands from Iowa, Illinois, Indiana and Ohio, the scenery changed drastically when we reached Pennsylvania, with its mountains and forested areas. The fall foliage colors was also in it’s peak.

sunrise mountains

beautiful fall colors

"Life is a highway, I want to ride it all night long." - Rascal Flatts

"It's a long lonely highway when you're travellin' all alone." - Elvis Presley

quaint town

"The long and winding road......." - Beatles

Over the mountain........

.....around the mountain,.....

......and through a mountain (tunnel through a mountain somewhere in Pennsylvania).

New Jersey continued on with similar scenery……..

blue mountains

Garden State Parkway (New Jersey)

When we got to New York City, it was a different jungle altogether.

view of Manhattan skyline from Queens

under the Number 7 train in Queens

Park Avenue. Buildings in the middle of the street. (at the end of the street is where Central Station is)

Time Square (yes, we spent a lot of time there, due to the traffic!)

The Plaza Hotel. This is where we stayed.........I wish. (the policemen directed us somewhere else, ha ha)

horse carriage at Central Park (watch out for the droppings!)

Columbus Circle (No, this is not where Columbus first landed. It's where he first did his shopping!???)

Straight ahead is Jazz at Lincoln Center.

Finding for a street parking is impossible. 4 hour parking at a garage is as expensive as your dinner!

One of my wife's favorite places.

Street sign. Most of the streets are one way!

What? No traffic! Perhaps this was just a glitch.

Here's some light traffic (near Queensboro bridge).

And real heavy traffic.

And more traffic. At least this has a beautiful view of the Hudson river and George Washington bridge.

And more traffic.....

Leaving New York City. Crossing George Washington bridge at sunset.

Places and People I Remember (In Loving Memory)

There are places I’ve been to that are forever etched in my heart. One of them is New Jersey. This is where it all started for me in my pursuit of my American dream, and also a place I once called home. This is where I transitioned from the streets of Manila to an idyllic town of Morristown, New Jersey (a town I aptly described as like living inside a Christmas card). I  remember vividly the garden-like parkways, the 12 lanes turnpikes, the quaint small towns, the bustling cities, and especially the people there that I get to know and love.

Yesterday, me and my family have to make a hurried trip back to New Jersey. Not for a vacation, but to pay a final respect to a person I dearly love, and to be with a family that have adopted me as one of their own, in their time of mourning.

Ate Angie was just 57 years old, an age that many will consider is still in the peak of  life, but only God knows why she was made to rest early (at least she was still 7 years older than when my father died). And this is all happening while my own mother in the Philippines is preparing to have surgery for her cancer, next week. Oh, the fragility of life. But in the end it is not how long we lived, but how we lived our life is what matters.

Today, in this cold and overcast day in New Jersey, somehow it feels different. It is not complete. I then realized that a place is just made more memorable and precious by the people we love that lives there. New Jersey will not be the same anymore, at least for me.

Goodbye Ate Angie. We are sorely missing you.