Watching the soldiers, fife and drum corps, especially the children passing by in costume made me choke with emotion and pride at being an American.
My cousin, Wake, and I both highly recommend seeing New York in the red buses. That’s me in the leather jacket. But take my advice, don’t drink anything for at least three weeks before you get on the bus, or you’ll pay for it bigtime. I did. That excursion through the streets of New York produced my now-famous bursting bladder story. When we finally got off the bus I broke the land speed record for getting from a bus to a bathroom. You can still see the burn marks on the pavement.