Top of the Hill

My dog has discovered the pile of bricks stacked near his new sleeping place. When I come home from work, he will perch there, looking every inch proud of his elevated status. Reminds me of the lyrics song which goes, “…I’m at the top of heap, king of the hill…” sung by old blue eyes.

Ah yes, New York. That is some place. Someone told me that if you go there, there are some places which you must not miss. Miss Liberty of course is one.

The other would be the just-as-famous New York Yankees. Apparently it is not easy to get New York Yankees tickets. BUT if you are willing to pay… anything can happen!

For me, I would be happy just to get a free trip there!

I think I will move my dog. Otherwise those same few lines of the song will reverberate each time I see him….

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