Our old friends Dan and Trace Wilson live right across the East River from the U.N Headquarters in Long Island, N.Y. Dan takes the train underneath that river to work every single day. Nope.

     But we have known them since before Ft. McMurray, absolutely irreplaceable friends. Those kind of friends that you may not see for five years, but immediately are familiar with after two minutes. Or less. Especially with Trace. Dan is a bit more reserved. But you know what he is thinking, cause you know him so well. A prairie boy, so that explains that.

     We were treated to the “Trace tour” first. It goes across the east side of Manhatten, down through Central Park, into Harlem, loops back through by the Upper East Side. MOMA. Then it goes by where John Lennon was killed, which got the tourists on board excited. Me, not so much.

     Then we got to do the “Dan Tour”. Oh yeah.  Down through Lower Manhatten, Tribeca, a look at Wall Street, all the sights. What a blast. A solemn walk by the Trade Centre Memorial. How could this happen?

     New York, of course, is one of those cities that you have to spend some serious time in even to begin to appreciate. But thank you Dan and Trace, would never be the same without you two.