Almost There

Elizabeth, NJ – Jan. 15, 2010 – I’m not quite there yet. But in about four hours, I will be. The Big Apple awaits. La Grande Pomme. Oz.

There’s a lot of reasons that I’m glad that I’m here. And right at the top of the list is the fact that I have family – blood relatives – right across the river in New Jersey. I’d kind of fallen out of communication with my sister Dixie and her husband Richard. We’d always been close. But not frequent. But now that I’ll be just a train ride away, I look forward to birthdays and occasional Sunday dinners together. I spent Christmas here and it was most rewarding to be so welcomed into the bosom of family. Children, grandchildren, spouses. I was the Uncle James, a ghostly presence that they’d only heard about. (Heavens knows what they'd heard! I don’t want to know.)

Noon today is our target time to arrive on West 47th Street. Bekka and I will move into the apartment we’ll share with a retired gentleman who’s a former IRS agent. Delightful, energetic fellow a little older than I am. Dixie is going to drive my pick-up as Bekka and I crowd into the front seat. My meager belongs in the back seat. Not much stuff!

So what’s on the horizon? Plenty! I just don’t know what it is yet. But I figure that 15 years in TV news may have taught me a thing or two about media. And then there’s radio. And photography.

We’re talking WORLD MEDIA HEADQUARTERS! If I can’t get something going in New York City, it’s time to pull the covers over my head and call it a day.

And I’m not ready to do that.

Copyright 2010 James C. Lewis