I’m come to the conclusion that Binghamton’s not so bad for one day a year, or even one and a half as I subjected myself to this weekend. I limit myself to people I like, places I like to go, and things worth seeing. Takes about a day and a half. Plus, you bring a cute baby with you and people pretty much treat you like royalty wherever you go.
Now back in Loudoun County (also known as the anti-Binghamton) I go back to living my real life, away from people I know and the usual collection of Rust Belt troubles. Same time next year, Binghamton. If nothing else I know you’ll be exactly the same.