I wore my South American cowboy hat, of course. Here I am in front of the Javits Center:
We got into a line where this girl was spinning a wheel for free prizes. At that moment, Jim remembered that he and his boyhood pal, Joey Moresca, used to go to travel agents and get brochures and act like customers. Since his apartment building in Brooklyn overlooked the river, he could see all the big passenger ships come in and out.
Guy explaining things to do in Curacao.
I loved this big Russian booth. Just down from it was one for Israel. "Find the Israel in you." I thought, you know if the world could be like a big travel show, it would all be so peaceful.
He did, however, manage to talk a girl in the Bali booth a chance to wear the crown.
In Uzbekistan, I sat on a little throne.