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When Cheryl and I returned from the desert after Thanksgiving, we proceeded to begin our first real vacation in about 15 years. We’d had plenty of days attached to the weekends, like a Friday or a Monday, but our family business always kept us near home. This column’s format normally covers off-roading, outdoorsy, and camping trips, but this trip to the city was worth writing about due to its significance.
With the sale of our family business, we had a few weeks before I began a new career and away we went. First stop: New York City and a couple of days doing the tourist scene via Gray Line Tour busses with our daughter, Shellie, who lives in upstate New York. I really thought I would hate the place, but it kind of grew on us in the 48 or so hours we were “in country,” to borrow a Marine Corps deployment phrase.
Our home base while in New York was the historic Hotel Edison — “just steps away from Times...
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