Only in New York

“Only in New York,” my dad would repeat over and over as we’d walk through Time Square. Some of my fondest childhood memories included our trips through the Lincoln Tunnel and over to the renovated theatre, known as Times Square Church.
Even though my dad’s sarcastic tone indicated that the scenes we’d see in the City were abnormal (which they often times were), I felt like a kid in a candy shop. Years later, I realize that I had tasted a glimpse of what it will someday be like in Heaven.Read more about Only in New York