The other day I noticed that some poor schmuck had won a trip to NYC instead of a trip to Hawaii, Caribbean, or other wonderful place on the Wheel of Fortune.....sounds like a trip of self preservation rather than a vacation.
We flew in to NYC several years ago. It was depressing. We
live in the sticks & it was culture shock. Buildings piled
on top of each other, seafood restaurants pushing shellfish
& me getting headaches from shellfish & totally put off by
sushi, walking ourselves almost to death everywhere we went.
When we landed back home; we vowed NO MORE. I’m pretty sure
somebody also stole my new warm stylish hat. Lots of
turbulence on the flight home. Son chose that time to
break it to us that he was “gay”. I don’t fit in to that
stuff. :o( I also do not march in “pride” parades.