Last week I took a horse carriage tour with my Mom and sister. In all my Cape May years that was my first equestrian enabled coverage of town, and it was a lot of fun.
Pulling out of the gate, for a minute or two at least, the street people point their mental fingers at you and snicker tourists under their mental breath. Or at least it felt that way in my mental head. What’s wrong with them, I live here? Maybe that’s just the part of me that at times thinks the same thing when I see others riding the carriage. Tourists.