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.
Hope you make good on your intention.