You're so nice, Dio! How the hell did you end up being Rep.... I'm just kidding!!!!!!!I remember many years ago my oldest daughter, who was about 12 at the time, had a friend who was terminally ill and had always wanted to visit NYC. I don’t think she ever ventured out of the county other than to go to a hospital in Philadelphia. I told my daughter we would take care of that wish of hers. We took the bus into the Port Authority Bus Terminal – the hairy armpit of the city. Upon disembarking the bus her first taste of NYC was a drunk passed out at the steps of the bus. She screamed thinking he was dead. We went to Times Square, shortly visited an Art Gallery as it interested her, and I had gotten tickets to the taping of the Phil Donahue show. I participated in the segment where the audience asked the guests questions, so she would get on TV... and had the audience booing me. We argued with a beggar, saw crazy people, had breakfast at a street vendor’s cart, and dinner at a swanky restaurant where the prices were large, the portions small, and the food looked like abstract art. She later told my daughter it was the best day of her life.
(Okay, everybody to the right, roll ya sleeves back down... )