My mother and father came up from Florida to meet my husband, Don, and me in New York City. Our trip from California was uneventful, and the hotel was cramped and small. We had an agenda full of places where we wanted to eat and things we wanted to do.
Don had gone out at 1:00 that morning to eat and listen to jazz at the Village Vanguard. The city was popping with soccer fans who were celebrating Brazil's victory that day in the World Cup.
So what to do with parents in New York? We decided Read more