I went to New York City and didn’t stop until I was forced to stop.
As suggested last week, I took a car to LAX, a plane to Las Vegas, another plane to JFK, then a car to a hotel, around the corner from one of Manhattan’s better slices of pizza.
I was there for a publishing event, also to attend the US Open. B…
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