M.Bro and I leave for New York City in about 48 hours. She's been there for work things a few times but never for pleasure and I've never been, period. Shameful, I realize. I'm excited to see big-city things like litter, 6-story buildings, and sitcoms.
Many people have told us to go to Ellis Island. But eff that. I don't like history. I like living in the moment - not looking backwards at stuff that doesn't matter anymore. If the past was important, it wouldn't be the past - we would have kept it. You can't argue with that logic.