Well, enjoy your 4th of July, folks. I’m heading out to New York for a long weekend and won’t be back here ’til Sunday. I’ll be sure to take some pictures while I’m home. And yes, Nyssa, I promise these ones will have thumbnails.
Month: July 2002
I have what I can only describe as a very poor sense of direction. If I’ve been somewhere often enough, I can usually find my way back, but I get lost easily on unfamiliar roads and have been known on more than one occasion to miss an important exit or turn and then have to double-back. This explains, in part, how I was half an hour late to my friend Sharon’s wedding last August, although I maintain that it wasn’t so much the road that confused as the fact that seemingly every stretch of it in Pennsylvania was under construction that day.
It also explains why I’m a little nervous about driving home to Long Island by myself for the Fourth of July weekend tomorrow morning. The directions my father gave me are fairly detailed, and they got me home at Easter, but I have this nightmare vision of taking the wrong exit somewhere near the George Washington Bridge and winding up somehow in upstate New York or New Jersey.
I love visiting other places, but I hate to travel.