Driving down to Long Island to pick up a car from my parents (long story), my daughter Jill and I were cruising through the Bronx when she blurted out…
“Hey Dad, let’s go to Manhattan!”
I hesitated for a moment, then realized this kind of spontaneity is where memories are made and genius is born.
So not wanting to drive into Manhattan (even on a Sunday) I did some lightning quick thinking and pulled off the highway, right near Pelham Bay Park, at the entrance to the Number Six subway.
We got out, parked and took a short stroll to the subway entrance. 39 stops later (yep…I counted ’em) we got out at Canal Street in Chinatown. A quick stop for the world’s best steamed pork buns, plus a street hot dog for Jill, and there we were. See for yourself!
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If you get out of the little box we all put ourselves in, and listen to that voice of adventure inside, you can have some really cool experiences.
And if you do it often enough, it starts to become a way of life!
Happy Trails!
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