We decided to give the baseball a miss, 35 degrees is out of our comfort zone and to do it for a sport is definitely not on the cards. Had little dramas with the aircon instead. Bloody thing. And this leads me to the customer service. Very hot this evening and the air went kaput. A call to the desk with the response “what do you suggest I do about it”, and we got a pissy little fan. So we spent a warm night and a cranky Kurt, to all of those who know me this isn’t a pleasant experience but Glen knows me well enough to cope.
Off to the Museum of Modern Art (no kids there) and New York Public Library to see a Gutenberg Bible and the original Winnie the Pooh.
Hello Kurty goes to Egypt 
Baseball at 35 degrees is ridiculous! You would need to be really big fans to be there and be cool – all double entendre intended. Hope the art museums had the air con up to speed. Cheers k