In honor of a day spent with Carol, the Texan expat returned for one short weekend in the middle of a vast sea of Carollessness, here are ten of my favorite Carol-induced travel memories, in no particular order:
1. Freezing to death in Central Park, despite the furry deerstalker hats.
2. Becoming addicted to Webkinz in Huntsville, and then spending large chunks of the day glued to separate computers.
3. Entering our hotel room at the Paramount in NYC and learning that our room’s magnificently large art canvas headboard was blank.
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