Just flew in from New York and boy my legs are tired. (Patump!)    Actually it's the ankles and calves that ache from schlepping all of my daughter's possessions into her new apartment in Chelsea. The eldest is out of school and into a nest of her own. The 3-bedroom apartment which she shares with two roommates is on the fourth floor of a pre-war building with no elevator. Climbing the stairs was hard, but not scary. What was scary was driving the rented U-Haul truck loaded with her furniture into Manhattan. 

 I thought I was being clever by bringing my portable GPS device to navigate this unfamiliar terrain.  What I didn't realize was that the device was set to "Car" not "Truck" as it should have been and therefore directed me onto bridges and toll roads that prohibit trucks.  When they stopped me, the State Police were very polite considering I had just driven under overpasses that were posted at 9 1/2 feet. My truck was 11 feet high. God is good.