For A Split Second

Do you ever wonder if you could click your heels three times and say, "no place like home, no place like home" and wahla there you are? Well I have and I know from experience that it doesn't work. Fortunately today I had a good excuse to go the Financial District, and no not the one in Manhattan. However it did for a split second, make me feel as if I was in New York, until I came to from dreamland and realized that the streets would be more crowded, there would be more horn honking, sirens, and other city-like noises. When I was done with my meeting, I purchased a hot pastrmi on rye at the one of many deli-like restaurants in the neighborhood and stopped at Peet's for a cappuccino to wash it down. And if you are wondering what I thought about the sandwhich well lets just say, as the expression goes, it's not like mom used to make.