Eleven years ago today was not the highlight of the trip. I spent it on the New Jersey Turnpike on my way from Philadelphia to East Brunswick, New Jersey, where I collapsed in a heap in a Motel 6 for most of the day with the head cold from heck after ransacking the local supermarket for ibuprofen, sudafed, and tissues. I didn’t even write in my journal.
Hey, not every day can be brilliant and exciting. Tomorrow will be more interesting again, I promise.