Scott – Nyan’s uncle, daddy’s brother – came for a visit last weekend. It was his first time to meet Nyan, and only his second time in New York, and first time since 2003. I can’t say that he did too many tourist things, but he didn’t seem to mind too much.
I took the day off on Friday, and Scott arrived mid-morning after an early flight from Chicago. The four of us (Scott, Nyan, Beatrice and I) hung out for a bit; Beatrice went grocery shopping just as a huge monsoon of a rainstorm – we’re talking probably 3 or 4 inches of rain in the space of two hours – settled in over Brooklyn. Adding insult to injury, an auto parts warehouse about four blocks south caught fire, sending huge clouds of noxious, possibly toxic smoke all over the neighborhood. So there wasn’t a whole lot of incentive to leave the apartment. But that was alright; we hung out, chatted, and played with Nyan. Nyan readily took to Uncle Scott, cooing and smiling and turning on his nearly legendary charm.
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