If you never go anywhere, you've never been anywhere. Traveling is often a hassle. All the going and wandering and wondering where you are and where you're going and getting lost. Yoiks, you might say. Why bother? And some places, like the Bronx when you have gotten way off of Bruckner Boulevard somewheres and it's all chop shops and surly looking people and you're looking for Bloomingdales in midtown Manhattan, you really wonder why. I can't even imagine trying to negotiate Mombassa or Bangkok. Think how Marco Polo or Captain Cook felt. When you have trekked or sailed for a number of years to get where you're going, baby, you're mind has been expanded.
I went to Boston a few weeks back with the girls. We stayed at a boutiquey hotel. Dinner was at a pizza joint that had the Celtics on TV, getting spanked in the playoffs. It was neat to hear the true fan's wailings and lamentations in their native habitat.
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