Had To.

When Mer and I arrived in Brockport, we drove down Main Street and she shouted for me to pull over and take a picture by the Strand. I've told her numerous times about the middle school ritual of going to see a movie with my friends and then running out to the phone to call my mom to pick me up so I wasn't the last one there.

Isn't it weird to remember life before cell phones? How did people ever get in touch with one another? I forget. When we were kids and went to the mall with my parents, we ALWAYS lost each other. It wasn't a trip to the mall for us without hearing a store-wide page over the intercom that said, "Martin family, please meet your father at the information kiosk."

Anyway, a pic of the Strand.