Oh yeah, male bonding at its best.

So yeah, morning of the second day of our 3-and-a-half day trip to New York. It was pouring rain. My wife and daughter were going shopping, so my son-in-law and I did a little day-trip of our own, to the New York Metropolitan Museum of Art.  They were having a special arms and armor exhibit.

Wet brownstones on the way to the museum. We had to take the subway and walk a mile or so in the rain.

Jason stopped to get a bagel… because, you know, New York.

I stood outside under and awning, taking pictures of a wet city.

A fountain in the rain. Is that extra cool, or just redundant?

Almost there.

Oh yeah.

Putting on our war-faces.

I love that kid. He makes my kid happy. He makes me happy. I have been making that ‘molecular-male-bonding joke for a long time now.

He was such a good sport. He humors me… a lot. But it wasn’t all arms and armor, as you shall see.

Oh, it is going to get weird around here.