Is that an island?
Karla and I, in the kindness of her heart, and flexibility of her schedule, spent two consecutive Mondays trekking our way to Staten Island.
There’s a certain uncertainty of making a trip out there alone. The concept of taking the ferry, and then a bus, in the land of the unknown. Kinda like taking a Jersey girl to Manhattan, or a Manhattanite to Jersey. You can easily lose your way.
So if no local can take you around, bring two venturers together for a greater adventure, an easier search and a surer stride.
