Nothing says romance and love like getting married in Penn Station New York City. I thought a newly minted billionaire would choose an island or remote location far more appropriate for the occasion, especially on the 4th of July. I’ve been all around MSG, the Infosys theater formerly the Felt Forum and unfortunately Penn Station more times than I can count, in my opinion the entire place is one big sweat stain. It can’t be any better than the last time I was there about a year ago when the odor of odiferous humanity was overwhelming. When did hometown girl turn into a narcissist?