What, No Hangover?
We ran up onto the roof last night when we heard the fireworks. Someday, one of us will take a course in photographic fireworks - some day when Kathleen has time and I have a steady hand. Hand-eye coordination turned out to be faint to nonexistent.
The spots of light to the left of the starburst belong to the Carlyle. Bobby Short was (presumably) finishing up his last Café Carlyle gig as we snapped.
