Get it? "Kill" time? Like, Peekskill? Ok, ok, please give me a break, I'm having a tough time in the clever department today and was at loss for a witty title. Much discussion has revolved around what exactly a "kill" is (a la Peekskill, Fishkill). I have learned that is from the Dutch meaning a stream/creek/channel.
After our pleasant train picnic and arrival at Penn Station, P and I met up with S to head out to her home in Peekskill.
Saturday, we spent the afternoon wandering the town. We went to a farmers market where P&S sampled locally-made fare.
Then we headed into Treat Station where we regressed a bit.
The highlight of P's afternoon is when we finally let him go to the used bookstore he's had on his mind since our last visit to Peekskill (which was, like, a year ago). S said she had never gone in before because disorganized stores are not her thing (nor mine), but what we found was far from disorganized. Besides having the best name for a used bookstore ever, it was super-organized, funky, and interesting. Both S&P made out quite well. S even got a book signed by the author, right on the spot...
A perfect Saturday afternoon... Friday P&A went to the Sox/Yankees game. While I'm sure it was amusing, I was not there, so may have to ask P to submit a guest entry here...