The Bubble Man

Sometimes I miss seeing sky.
Living in the city has benefits (if it didn’t, who would live here, right?) but seeing sky is not one of them. From my South Philly rowhome I can only see the sky if I stand right next to a window and look straight up. And that can make me feel a little hemmed-in, a little claustrophobic.
That’s how I was feeling last week, and Bill was too. We realized we hadn’t spent a night outside the city in over a year, so we decided to take a little weekend road...