The last hour of my hopeless search involved a lot of dust and sniffing (allergies) and many memories of my past. I dug through boxes and boxes of letters that I've received within the past decade or so. It's scary to read through them. I'll save them for a rainy day, I guess. Right now I'm not interested in nostalgia.
This is my last summer vacation. EVER.
While venturing...
Time Square
Spring Street
