When my father got us to the airport early, I knew something would go wrong. If we had been ‘down to the wire’ as he likes to say, the plane would have been on time. As it was, we were early. And the plane was late. I’d been in holiday-mode since the day before. We’d been at a ‘Scottish’ shop not long after it opened, stocking up on shortbread and other suitably-touristy-but-still-tasteful-maybe gifts for my New York family. Soon after,…
My blogging hiatus can be attributed to going on a middle-secret surprise 16 day mission to New York. I was the surpriser, not the surprised. (Surprisee is apparently not a word, but I just used it.) It was truly awesome, and I couldn’t blog a damn thing about it. Until now. I have about 10 posts worth of stories to share, and since I think all good stories start with coffee, grab a cup and stay tuned. (Photo taken at…
