There was a boy, many many years ago that came to Texas from New York City to see his great-grandfather. He was seven years old. As soon as he got out of the car from the airport, all he wanted to do was play in a big yard of grass around the trees. He had never done that before.
Right then I started appreciating why folks from New York City love coming to the South. I would love to see New York City but I think that a week would be all I could bear.
That was more than 40 years ago.
I’ve taken a few FReeper families out to lunch/dinner in NYC and have an open invite to go down south.
I intend to cash it in and FINALLY see the south.
One of my biggest regrets at 48 is being too much like pop, whom I loved dearly and was a great man.
But if he never left a few square miles in Brooklyn, he would have been happy as a lark.