Where Am I?

This will happen to all of you sooner or later. Mrs. Franklin and I have reached a point in our lives where the idea of travel is much more appealing than the reality of traveling. We make plans and reservations and get our tickets well in advance. And then as the day of departure approaches, we begin to dread the whole thing. We hate packing, we hate getting up early to go to the airport, we hate going to the airport, we hate the airport, we hate all of the other people at the airport, we hate the plane, we hate the flight attendants, we hate the little bag of peanuts and the little cup of cola. We hate getting from the airport to the hotel and we hate the hotel. And don't even start with me about jet lag and being in a different time zone.

But what can you do? Nobody anywhere is giving out refunds for anything. And "Uh, we changed our minds" just doesn't cut it. So here we are in New York City for a few days with a full itinerary of museums and theatre and walking around, mouths agape. I'll try to find something interesting to report about.

Actually, that shouldn't be too difficult.