Crab Apple

I'm being lazy about sharing my pictures. Perhaps I'll dig one up from the Wayback Machine later. Last week, I went down to New York with Jenny and Zvi. Once we got into the City, we split from Zvi because we try not to see the boy more than we have to. I think Zvi did some male bonding with his brother. We're not sure. We didn't care, we were going to Karina's!

The next morning, Karina, Jenny, and I were joined by Cait and Linda, and the five of us roamed through the city, representing good ol' Bo. Late Saturday night, as we were heading for some bar whose significance I never quite got, we spotted a familiar face in the distance. Family friend? High school friend? Yet another Bo' alum? No. In the city of eight million, of all the people we could have bumped into, all the people we knew were in New York, we had the good fortune of bumping into Zvi. What were the chances? I don't know. All's I know is that everyone was excited hugging and catching up but Jenny and I had nothing to say. We had just had a 4 hour bus ride with the boy the night before. Sometimes, even the greatest city in the world isn't quite great enough. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to water my front lawn.