The only time I have ever been to the Statue of Liberty was with Jack. We waited until the worst day we could so we wouldn’t have to deal with the crowds. It was sleeting, then it rained, then it sleeted again and then it snowed. There were four other people on the ferry out there. The statue was so empty the park ranger let us ride the elevator so we didn’t have to walk up so many stairs in our damp clothes. I don’t remember, but I bet Jack paid for the whole thing. This was right at the height of the Jack-pays-for-every-thing stage. That stage lasted for a while and affected some of our close friends. For all I know, it could still be going on, but I doubt it. Jack would probably still be happy to get us all out of a jam if he could, but I don't think any of us are the out and out failures that we were then.
Jack is running the New York Marathon tomorrow morning. He is a fine runner.
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At mile 19 I promised myself never to do that again. I then finished the last 7.2 miles by focusing on my deep dark fundamental need to check things off lists.
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