We stopped at a NYS Thruway rest stop to use the facilities and grab some grub. Little did I know that small electronics emergencies could be tended to there as well. Seriously? Vending machines aren't just for Clark bars anymore?
I considered taking a quick bath in the Grand Central Station restroom sink, but luckily I saw this sign first. Phew!
The banner announcing that the church's gift shop was open just wasn't enough, yet I am still curious as to what they were selling...autographed missalettes? My son comforted me by saying that Jesus did ask people to follow him.
Not sure where to put your spare change? My niece's toes work, but I cannot provide a reasonable explanation for why I felt compelled to do this.
Hope Stacy doesn't mind latecomers...or maybe she will think I am early for this coming week!