I am sitting in JFK International Airport in NY, the armpit of all international airports. I think Mr. Kennedy would be very disappointed to see it now.
It is 7:00 a.m. ET. I took a red-eye flight home, but missed my connection because my plane was late. I am tired and JFK blows.
My only joy is the fact that one of the airline personnel prattling on endlessly over the PA sounds exactly like Fran Drescher's character on the Nanny. The high, nasal pitch of her voice is invigorating. Could NY possibly be this stereotypical? Could she really be speaking that way, without a shred of irony?
Boston, I am coming for you!