A long time ago, when I was much younger and much more brave and spontaneous than I am now, I decided to fly to Philadelphia to get a Philly cheese steak. I used to eat these all the time when I lived there and I had never found one since then that tasted even near as good as the real thing.

One day, I was craving one really bad and, since I had nothing better to do, I hopped on a plane to go and get one. When I arrived, I caught a ride from the Philadelphia airport transportation company to the neighborhood that I used to live in and got off at my favorite little restaurant. I ate two sandwiches and then called an old friend.

She met me there and we went for a walk together to catch up on old times. She then gave me a ride back to the airport and I cam home. It may very well be the craziest thing I have ever done and I would never even consider it now, but it is also an experience that I will never forget.