“It’s right down here bro…trust me” the leader said, guiding his friends decisively down Fifth Avenue. One of the other two ‘Jersey Boys’ had a strange feeling they had passed this way already, but was silent and sheepishly followed his friend across this crazy war-zone of a New York intersection. They had come into the city early over the bridge (or through the tunnel), but now had to face the wrath of thousands of experienced pedestrians in the Friday rush hour (the one sport these boys hadn’t played in College), as they made their way to a mysterious ‘pre-clubbing’ pit-stop.
They say, or at least John had read, that a marriage works best when each spouse has their own “space”. But as the inspiration behind his own nuptials was a pregnancy, one which–at the time–the two high school graduates were unprepared for and, also, having spent the first tens years of married life in living […]