I wanted to have an adventure. I’m an explorer.I woke up and dragged my kids out of bed and said we were going for a walk.
They screamed “WHY!?”“SHUT UP!” I yelled back.We zigged and zagged through Chinatown until we found an obscure alley that I had read about: Cortlandt Alley.In the alley there was a shaft elevator that was open.
Some people were inside it.It’s also the smallest museum in New York City.Three walls, four or five exhibits per wall. There was one exhibit in particular I wanted to see: the final iPhone texts of people who were about to die. “Cool!” my kids said.Read more on positivelypositive.com