A few years ago, we took a family trip to New York City for our daughter's graduation present, Number 84 on my Bucket List, and maybe hers, too.
Since it was her first time in Carrie Bradshaw's town, we did the typical touristy things:
We circumnavigated Manhattan on the Circle Line Tour.
I tried to get my daughter to dance with the Rockettes at Radio City Music Hall, but she would have none of it.
She did want to shop for Jimmy Choo's around Rockefeller Center, though.
Times Square at night, ofcourse.
And the obligatory hike through Central Park.
But the most important part of our trip was spending time with our guide, our host, our friend, Scott Jaffer. It was the best of times, and now it's the worst of times. Sadly, we lost our friend to cancer this week. God rest your soul, Scotty-too-Hotty, our brother from another mother. We love you.
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