Yes! Blueberry pie! Just after this shot Mr Byrne's pastry leapt into the Hudson, accompanied by a girly shriek..not, I may add, from me.
So for the Holiday of Holidays, if you don't count Thanksgiving, we were invited by our dear friends, Gary Stevens and Alan George, to celebrate Independence day in their apartment which is part of a pier complex overlooking midtown Manhattan.
This is the view when you alight from the bus right outside the building
The communal central courtyard was set up with party tables all the way to the end of the pier
Here's Mr B enjoying the view.
Tim, Dan's dad, is a gifted cellist and sideman and had stories galore of Connie Francis and Maureen McGovern.
Now the day from the balcony into evening when we moved to the water's edge for the fireworks.
This was actually playing a television program.
Getting towards late arvo
Thought someone was throwing out the salad water
It was a fire tug showing off
Here's one coming the other way with red, white and blue coloured dye
Getting to the vantage point
Looking down to the World Trade Centre
Am only posting a few firework shots. Haven't mastered it yet and you know what a bunger looks like.
Heading home, we begin a patient but futile wait for a nonexistent bus.
We finally got home via light rail, the Path train and a wild taxi ride that nearly saw my demise..being flung against a door then whisked up the East River freeway where children were setting off their penny bungers.
I was convinced one was going to be chucked in through the open window. Who needed Coney Island!!!!
Thank you Alan and Gary for a stunning day