T is for Travis. Who I travelled to in twenty sixteen. He was sweet. We took a long walk through central park. Rode the train and took pictures of random people. We discussed future plans but mines didn’t include him. It’s time to tell you the truth. I’m sorry Travis, I can’t. It’s time for me to return home now. Thank you for a tour of your city. Even if I had more time, I will not be able to tell you….