Home = NYC

That was rich...
Twenty-four hours on the blue ridge with the natives - oy!
Do you think she thinks she is a friend of jesus?

There's no place like home; there's no place like home; there's no place like home...



Coincidentally, our first address in NYC  was the very last apartment on the cul de sac named Dorothy Place, sleeping on a sofa..

Contrived, Toto?
Never found the need to be...

qw