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Mea culpa, Big Apple.

According to Wikipedia (always my first source for information easily retrieved, if not completely accurate), the Latin phrase "mea culpa" has become a fancier way to say, in common Western parlance, "My mistake".

Or, in my case, "Sorry I was such an eejit about New York City."

You see, no sooner than a day after I hit "send" on my last blogging entry - an entire piece that professed my lack of caring over the odd fact that I had never been to visit Manhattan, Brooklyn or any of the other boroughs - I received a call that a) in less than a week, there was going to be a meeting on a file that I handle for work, b) I would have to attend the meeting in person, and c) the meeting was going to be, you guessed it, just a few blocks from Grand Central Terminal in the heart of New York City.

My meeting was a few days ago, I'm back home in Michigan, and although I would have to say that the "King Kong on the Empire State Building" pencils I brought back were a huge hit in my house, the best souvenir I have from my trip is a new perspective, and not just because my meeting was on the "70-something-th" floor of a NYC skyscraper.