The subway train pulled up at Independence Square in Philadelphia and I was the first to hop off onto the platform. “Come on—I want to beat the tourists. Hurry up!” I urged.
My parents exchanged looks of amazement.
“Are you feeling all right, Lars?” my mother asked. “First you get up early on a Saturday morning without being crowbarred out of bed. And now you’re so eager to get there you want us to sprint! Erik, are you sure this is really our son?”
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