OK... first things first... here is what got us started on our trip to the most largest of apples, New York City. We hop on the turnpike to get stuck behind a truck transporting _Johnny on the Spots_, I'm getting ticked as this porting port o' John is _married_ to the car in the right lane, & barely moving though in the passing/fast lane. Mum turns to me & says, (I love this woman), "Lizzie, ...
