1903

Earlier today I took one of those touristy cruises to the Statue of Liberty and back. I had a blast. But my major complaint?

“When did the first subway line open in NYC?” There was a lull in the tour guide’s schtick and one of the passengers seized the silence to ask a question.

David, the guide, smiled. “1904. And do you know how I know that? It’s one year after 1903, which will become very important later in the cruise.”

We were just about to take off on a tour to the Statue of Liberty and I was excited. I made a mental note to listen for 1903.

An hour later, after we’d debarked, I was walking home. A thought occurred to me, and I texted my family, who’d been with me on the cruise. Did we ever get the story about 1903?!?

My niece responded first. I think it was the year Lincoln did his first open mic.

Then my step-mom. It was the year David was born.

We never did get the story about 1903 and I’m left feeling intellectually blue balled. David got me cerebrally hot and bothered and now I have no idea what to do with the empty promise.

I guess I’ll have to take care of it myself.