I must admit that my legs hurt a touch, but Rabi can just neglect to find that out until she reads this post. It is worth it, to blithely walk around New york, hopping sidewalks and diagonally jaywalking as if i actually know where to go. We’re now at the Prince Street Apple store, which looks more like some sort of overly lit nightclub whose status as a computer seller is only given away by all the computers sitting around. I am on the kind that looks like the Pixar lamp, but rabi cannot figure out how to make the digital camera that’s strapped to it work, so you’ll just have to take my word for it
Funny how i can find people to be so vastly different only five hours from where i grew up. Just goes to show, you don’t have to be from a tiny place to be a small town boy.