There’s an old joke about a tourist asking for directions in Times Square: “How do I get to Broadway?” she asked a native. “Luck,” replied the out-of-work actor. “Hard work,” chimed in his working buddy.

This fall, my wife and I took our daughter Eleanor to New York City for a long weekend. Small-town boy that I am, I was a little scared of the Big Apple, but excited too. My cousin offered her apartment in Manhattan, in the same neighborhood where Seinfeld “lived” and just blocks away from Central Park. She also helped us get tickets to “FROZEN: The Musical.”

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