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Sag Harbor, New York
I’m not traveling far this summer, just a couple of hours eastward from New York City out to the porch of my family’s house in Sag Harbor. But once I battle for a seat on the Long Island Rail Road, check out an enviable stack of books from the local library (cookbooks that never see the kitchen), find the perfect peach, wrestle the dog for the best recliner, and listen to my mom and my boyfriend catalog every waft of cool air (“Now that was a good breeze!”), it will feel like I have traveled the world.
— Amanda Tobier, Digital Marketing Manager
For a while, I had been considering the idea of combining a family trip to Chicago with a brief excursion to Bloomington, Indiana, where we lived off and on for the better part of a decade. It seemed like a good excuse to complete some last-minute research for a novel (most of which could probably be done via Wikipedia and Google Maps) and to let the kids visit some of their favorite haunts — WonderLab, Griffy Lake, Harmony School, the Uptown Café, the farmers market (especially, the farmers market, known for paw paws, tamales, step-dancers and philandering professors).
The trip has hit a couple of snags, though. First, with the exception of two or three families, just about everyone we used to hang out with has already moved or is moving out of state. And then, there’s the matter of that new “religious freedom law,” which has people all over the country banning nonessential travel to Indiana. And, now I’m thinking that this trip might qualify as nonessential.
— Adam Langer, Culture Editor
Brooklyn, New York
— Lior Zaltzman, Digital Fellow
New York, New York
In my never-ending pursuit of youth (I’m proudly well into my sixth decade), I will be training to do my first 100 mile bike ride as part of the Hazon New York Ride on Labor Day weekend. Assuming my shoulder holds up, I’ll also play softball in Central Park with my synagogue’s team. Of course, summer is not summer without some sun worship, so I’ll spend at least a little time by the pool outside my apartment building.
— Craig Rosenberg, Assistant Controller