Here I am in New York. Its crowded and humid and the internet isn't working; partly its just Gmail is down, but also the local boingo wifi seems to be dead, and so I'm typing this from an internet cafe which is charging me six bucks for the honor of watching the pages fail to load, over and over again. The flight was OK, although this is my first experience with them CHARGING to check a bag, AND charging for their nasty airline food, which I did not buy any of. I have my cash in one of those pickpocket pouches that sits across my tummy and so when I reluctantly pay for something I need to pull down my waistband and rummage around in there like a possum. I have experienced New York's cuisine and can confirm that they do a pretty good Big Mac. The food court in terminal one (Im actually leaving from terminal 2, but 2 looks less like a place you'd spend any time and more like a slaughterhouse designed by Temple Grandin in one of her less charitable moods, and has nowhere to sit, nothing to eat, and not even a whisper of failed wifi. WTF new york?) Anyway... the food court in T1 has a lovely view of the massed legions of the damned winding their way through Security, and you can look right down on them while sipping your overpriced beer. There are no actual signs saying "No Spitting". This is New York, after all.