I have arrived

I packed the minivan, hoping to not forget anything, and drove to Staten Island.  I have never driven through the Hugh Carey tunnel or over the Verrazano Bridge by myself before -- that was thrilling and much gratitude to Mary, my yoga teacher, for teaching me to breathe.

There was a lovely security fellow waiting at the front gate, as promised.  After parking down the hill, and hiking up to the admissions spot, I was whisked back down the hill in a golf cart to retrieve everything, and off to find my exhibitor table at the Spiro Sports Center, and then onto Harborview Hall (which does indeed have awesome views of the harbor, and elevators!)

Room 625 awaits...    

Room 625 awaits...