Ghostbusters, Guggenheim and Goodbye: New York City

And so I end the journey where I began: Boston, MA New York City. I’m approaching from north of Manhattan, heading across the top and over the Throggs Neck bridge to put me near JFK Airport, where I’ll be flying from in a couple of days. The traffic being funnelled into toll booths and bridges and tunnels is slow and torturous. It can be very boring, but sometimes a driver will end up leaving you with a deep philosophical quandary that you can mull over. I find it particularly appropriate, as I type this on Easter Sunday, to consider the question posed by one driver:

Jesus Piggly Wiggly Jesus or Piggly Wiggly: who suffered for us more?

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