Over the weekend I found myself back in the old country, braving the snow and cold (seriously) in Binghamton, New York.
As I’ve noted before, Binghamton is probably the worst place on Earth, but it’s also home to like six people I enjoy seeing. Saw them this weekend.
The highlight of my trip was actually walking into an old, familiar bar and being asked to show ID. I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or beam with pride.
Maybe a little bit of both.