In a corner of Battery Park we find New York Classical Theatre, whom I worked with a few years ago, busy rehearsing an outdoor Shakespeare production. We watch for a while but the art deco Eagle Statue is pulling us in.

I find myself singing...

"They came flying from far away, now I'm under their spell

I love hearing the stories that they tell

They've seen places beyond my land and they've found new horizons

They speak strangely but I understand

And I dream I'm an eagle

And I dream I can spread my wings

Flying high, high, I'm a bird in the sky

I'm an eagle that rides on the breeze

High, high, what a feeling to fly

Over mountains and forests and seas

And to go anywhere that I please"

...an old Abba song.