Travel is

Travel is fun.

Or it can be.

I am at the tail end of a three-day stay in New York City. It remains the most exciting city in the country -- okay, maybe in the world --- and although I probably could not handle more than three or four days of this pace at a time, I love it.

I worked in New York one summer when I was in college, but at this point in my life a short stay suffices. I didn't get to visit any of the museums I usually try to get to, but did spend a couple of hours at thed Rock "n" Roll Hall of Fame Annex in SoHo. It was terrific and a special John Lennon in New York exit is spectacular!

This trip I stayed at the Hotel ELYSEE on E. 54th St., a hotel originally built in the 1920s but newly redone with wireless computer access throughout and a club lounge with complimentary breakfast and coffee, tea, cookies and fruit through the day. I've visited with friends and family, seen two shows and had great weather (although New Yorkers are complaining about the heat.)

Tomorrow a friend and I begin a road trip, heading home to Florida, but stopping enroute to visit with mutual friends in North Carolina. It will be about eight days before we get home. It's an adventure, but it's worth taking. Why not?

I don't know what I'd rather be doing, or where, or when, or with whom, but for now I'm looking forward to keeping moving. You can't hit a moving target.