A speculative mind

 This is another excerpt from my notes on our recent trip to New York. You see, while we were there, son and Daughter-in-law decided to take us on a hike . . . Daughter-in-law (DIL) had looked forward all week to taking us to Mohonk Mountain and to hike the trails there. This was to take place on Sunday and we told her, “you know we are flying out on Monday. We will be flying and riding and navigating stairs. You are not going to wear us out, are you?” “No problem,” DIL said. “The trails are really well-groomed, well taken care of.” Her enthusiasm was infectious. It was hard not to look forward to it. We drove 30 or 40 minutes to the parking lot of the trail head. After the necessary toilet stops, we were on our way up the trail. “well-groomed,” yes, but there was a fair amount of up and down. Son and DIL had given us their walking poles and we made use of them. We saw the occasional sign on the trail at branches that told us what lay in each direction, but they never said how far aw

  My wife and I recently returned from a trip to New York to visit my son and his wife. What follows is an excerpt of my notes from that trip. Departure day. So we and the kids (adult kids) leave by 5:30 AM. These “kids” are night owls. They rarely wake before 10:00 if they don’t have to, so we appreciate the sacrifice. Daughter-in-Law (DIL) drove us the 30 minutes to the train station. Hugs and good-byes for her (we love DIL. DIL is an irresistible force). Son navigates us a route to the platform with fewer stairs than the way we came. We get a ticket and get on the train headed for the big city and Grand Central Station. I soon realize that this train is not an express train like the one we took coming out. Instead of taking a little over an hour like we did before, this one would take a little over an hour and a half. We stop at places with names like Cold Springs and Peekskill (on this trip we saw a lot of place names that ended in “kill” including Kaatskill, i.e. Catskill, and