We arrived in New York. I’m sitting on my sisters’ old beds, typing away. We changed our flight plans from last night to this morning. It’s bitterly cold in New York, the coldest day this winter. Doolies and I looked through old photograph albums. Someone should start a service where you mail in old photo albums, and they generate CDs of scanned photos. They probably already have this service. I want to upload more photos onto my site. Scanning the photos takes a lot of time. I want to trade that time for my money. Isn’t that why capitalism is great?

This evening, Doolies and I met with the rabbi who will officiate at our wedding ceremony in New York. He drilled Doolies for a bit, but it wasn’t a difficult interview. The wedding grows ever closer.

I need to start on my next story. I’m still not sure I will join Chuck in his adventurous challenge, but I’ll do a bit of writing and see if I come up with anything. Anything beats these empty words.

I wrote managed to write Story. None of the words was useful or led me anywhere. Beginnings are always hard. I’ll give it more thought and see if I can figure where to take it.