The Grand TourThe suite was booked for two nights so we would have a day to explore White Plains. It does not take a day to explore White Plains. I got up a bit before Kerry, at about eight, and told her while she was still in bed that I was going for an hour or so run, to which she sleepily said, “Go. We’ll eat when you get back,” and I think I caught a glimmer in her eyes. Then, as I was going through the door she called, “After we shower of course” and I threw her a kiss and was gone.
After heading out for half-an-hour along the course I had mapped out on the path along the Bronx River, I turned around, waving at the runners and cyclists also enjoying the nice early Fall weather as we passed each other—some waving back, others not and all oblivious to the band newly adorning my left ri
