First Published in the Tri-Town Transcript August 15, 2014
Over the years, Regular Readers may have picked up on the fact that occasionally I freak out in height-related situations. One of my very earliest columns detailed my trip up the Sydney Harbor Bridge (spoiler alert: I survived).
On the ground, in my head, I know I’m ok. But there’s no way to mind-over-matter something that doesn’t matter to the terra firma mind. Put me up the Statue of Liberty, or the Bunker Hill Monument, with their spiral staircases of horror, and you will see me come undone. Put me alongside the Grand Canyon and you will witness me nearly feral.