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Day 4 was a travel day: Cherry Hill, New Jersey to Arlington, Virginia. The GPS unexpectedly took us away from Rte 95 — and we discovered gorgeous farmland in Delaware and Maryland. (Who knew?) And some cool bridges across the Chesapeake.


Day 5 was all about the African American Museum in DC. The museum is spectacular. We got there before it opened and stayed until it closed at 5:00; the guard was literally shooing us out. We spent so much time in the detailed history floors (and the soul food cafe for lunch) that we had to speed up a bit for the Black culture floors. We could have used a couple more hours. Plan accordingly if you go.

Powerful quotes are on the walls in large type throughout the museum.

As part of our trip, I hoped that Mtuseni would better understand America’s racial history. Over the years, we’d talked about the impacts of apartheid in South Africa — which he still suffers — and which I always express shock and disgust over. While he wasn’t completely unaware of issues here, I wanted Mtuseni to know the full story of our own mistakes.

This slave house is larger than Mtuseni’s shack in South Africa.

Though Mtuseni was born at the end of apartheid, his parents grew up in that segregation. He was surprised to see it so blatant in America.


An old railway car with the separate facilities for Blacks and Whites.



Emmett Till’s story always shocks and saddens me. The more things change…

Mtuseni was pretty much in his own world that day, soaking in everything, taking hundreds of photos, trying to grasp and reconcile the experiences and perspectives of Black South Africans and Black Americans. They are different in many ways.

The history section begins with the slave trade and goes up to Obama. You can’t come away unaffected.






The culture floors are very cool, and a good break from the heavy history section. We saw much of it, but I would have liked more time to read every sign and look at every item.

I saw James Brown at a packed, dive club in Boston in 1988. Blew the roof off! Unforgettable. This is one of his fringe vests.


Louis Armstrong's trumpet
Satchmo’s horn. Glad I’m old enough to remember hearing him on the radio and on TV.


Ella Fitzgerald's dress
Ella Fitzgerald’s dress. My father loved Ella.

After the main history section is a reflection space with a rain column and quotes. The entire museum is all very well done.

Mtuseni has an interesting perspective on Mandela. He says while others were out on the streets fighting and dying for the cause, Mandela had it easy in jail. He doesn’t lionize him like Americans do — another example of the difference living in South Africa versus being on the outside.


God, Let’s hope so.

World Trade Center tower in New York

I think the WTC tower is uninspired — a lost opportunity.


On our second day in New York, we drove from our hotel to Hoboken, where I parked for the day in a garage for $12. I was in shock, given that Boston parking is about 12 bucks a minute. I could live in my car there!

We walked to the PATH station, first taking some photos of the skyline. You can’t go wrong with that view from Jersey!

New York skyline Hudson Yards

Mtuseni loved the Hudson Yards complex. He says it looks like Tony Stark (aka Ironman) lives there. 


wtc train

Not much opportunity for Mtuseni to take trains back home. The last time was taking Gautrain to the airport with me in Joburg in 2012!


Got off at World Trade Center stop, in the belly of the Oculus, where we grabbed breakfast and got lost. (Second time!) We weren’t really lost, we just couldn’t find what we wanted. The maps don’t help when walking inside an austere, multi-level fish skeleton where every surface is white. Still, it is impressive. 


Interior of Oculus, New York

“Where the hell is Pret a Manger?”


I’d seen the outdoor 9/11 Memorial before — and Mtuseni and I had spent a little time there the previous day — but I hadn’t been to the museum. It’s hard to put into words. It’s really well-done in terms of capturing both the physical and emotional scale of that day. From the moment you descend the escalator among massive pieces of debris, you’re in the surreal experience of 9/11. It’s heavy and sad. And it brings everything back, all that has faded away with time. 

I was surprised how little Mtuseni knew about 9/11. Then again he wasn’t even nine years old when it happened, in a house with no TV or electricity. I’m often surprised how little he knows about past events in America, which we all presume is the eternal center of global attention. Then again, aside from Nelson Mandela and apartheid, I knew little about South Africa until I met Mtuseni.

I tried to explain it all to him… How life here has never been the same since. What a beautiful morning it was in the Northeast. How a good friend — gone now — who worked in the towers likely survived only because he went to vote that morning. The numbness and shock and sadness. It didn’t really sink in for him, even as my voice trembled and cracked telling it.


blue sky

Anyone who was in the Northeast that day will remember how stunningly bright and crisp and blue the sky was on that perfect September morning.


Virgil quote inside 9/11 memorial says: No day shall erase you from the memory of time.

These 2,983 watercolors are artists’ impressions of how the sky looked in New York that morning. And the quote… sigh.


Mtuseni was fascinated by the large artifacts. The lobby staircase that survivors ran down. The crushed fire truck. The twisted trident beams. The power of these is inescapable.


New Work World Trade Center tower trident girders

The iconic trident girders that defined the lower level of the twin towers.


graffiti girder and slurry


fire truck


graffiti girder solo


But it was a volunteer, a woman from Queens with a heavy New Yawk accent, who got to him. We were looking at another twisted beam, and I was ready to move on to the detailed timeline exhibits.

She came over and explained the energy necessary to contort that steel, where it was in the building and what happened when the plane hit. She went on to describe the day, where she was, what it was like to be in New York. Mtuseni was mesmerized, asking all sorts of questions. He’s usually pretty silent in museums, and most other places. She talked for almost half an hour, until another couple came up and we peeled away.

As we walked deeper into the museum, Mtuseni said he was impressed by the woman’s commitment and openness. And how brave she is to tell her story to people every day. And he said all he’d known about 9/11 was that buildings fell down — but now he gets it. 


docent girder

Mtuseni had to have a photo of the beam after the volunteer’s story. The impact of it all seems to show in his face. 


New York World Trade Center Ground Zero worker quote says: We came in as individuals. And we'll walk out together.

    A good quote for our lives today, in all circumstances.


liberty close

A year ago today was Labor Day, and our first real adventure day on the Long-Distance Dad road trip. 

At the hotel in Jersey, we waited a half hour for a lost Uber driver who clearly never heard of deodorant. While it was hot that day (actually, it was brutal the whole month!) it was only 9:00 a.m. I would have appreciated wearing a mask in that tiny Honda Civic!  

After the most zig-zagging, convoluted drive ever, we finally arrived at Liberty Park to catch the ferry. Was fascinated by an abandoned railway station there, with an ornate wrought iron roof, and the old track signs. Mtuseni wasn’t that impressed.

liberty park stn both

Still trying to erase the stink of the Uber driver from our senses.


train station roof

I can picture this station once bustling with travelers on their own journeys to near and far. 


liberty ghost tracks

Paths to nowhere now… but once to many somewheres.


antique railroad destination track sign


Discovered the new Empty Sky 9/11 Memorial at Liberty Park, which points to where the Twin Towers had stood. Mtuseni knew surprisingly little of that event. A New Jersey reporter interviewed me about that day and my personal connection to it. Tough memories; simple but powerful memorial.


empty sky 9-11 memorial in new jersey


Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty were new sights for both of us. Ellis Island is so impressive. I got emotional thinking of my grandparents arriving from Eastern Europe. Such courage — they were only teeneagers! I want to return and dig into the archives, find their records.  

Check out our Instagram greeting from Ellis Island!


ellis sign mtu


ellis island outside

What immigrants must have thought — and felt — as they approached this grand building!


ellis sign

Crowds… I miss them now. 


great hall crowd

The Great Hall where my grandparents were processed. Just… wow.


great hall michael

Maybe before I die I’ll figure out selfies and selfie sticks. (Actually, I really don’t care.)


There is a room with walls covered in citizen documents. Just randomly scanning them, this one caught my eye. The woman lived in my hometown way back when — and I had just ridden my bike past her address days earlier. Crazy!


citizen doc

Butters Row was the road to my kindergarten. It still has a one-lane wooden bridge!


Mtuseni has wanted to see Miss Liberty since his first US visit seven years ago. He was so excited. It is a beacon of America, still — and forever, let’s hope. Exciting for me too as I had a small replica of it on my desk as a kid.


liberty boat

Crowds on a boat — the good old days.


liberty sky


mtu liberty front

Probably never imagined being here growing up in a shack in South Africa.


statue of liberty

Goober alert. (But hey, why not?)


liberty shop girls

My funny gift shop pals. I tried to be Mtuseni’s wing man on the trip; he wasn’t buying it. American girls intimidate him, I think. 


Took the ferry to Manhattan and walked to the World Trade Center and 9/11 Memorial. Ogled at the Oculus. (And got lost in it — the first of several times. Cool architecture, dumb layout.) 


outside wing of oculus in manhattan


oculus inside

Damn, I look exhausted. And it’s only the first full day! 


Took the subway to the Port Authority Bus Terminal … from the sublime Oculus to the armpit of the universe… and a quick shuttle bus back to the hotel. A great day… with so many ahead of us!


skyline from liberty both

I so wish we were there now. And that Mtuseni wasn’t 8,000 miles away.   


Back to Manhattan tomorrow!

What a Trip!

August 30, 2020 — Leave a comment


Just before takeoff from our hotel in Concord. I love sunflowers! Mtuseni’s not a flower guy.


So much has happened since my last post here — not only for Mtuseni and me but for all of us! It feels like a different world.

A year ago today Mtuseni and I took off on a two-month, 10,000+ mile drive around the US — filled with anticipation and excitement about what we’d discover on the road. It was an incredible adventure that allowed us to celebrate ten years together. (Where did the time go?) It also offered a trove of experiences that added new chapters to our story — and to the Long-Distance Dad book. (Exciting new developments ahead on that front!)

It’s been a strange year since we stood under the happy glow of a sunflower to launch our trip. The idea of traveling around the country, meeting people from all over, passing cameras back and forth for photos, weaving through crowded markets and jostling on packed ferries — it’s all an impossibility right now.

That makes me sad. Because I’d jump in my car and do the trip all over again this afternoon if I could. And someday I will —  because it fits the mantra for my life going forward:

Explore. Discover. Share. Enlighten. Empower. Inspire.

It’s the driver for my Next Act — which was on the launch pad when this damn virus hit. It sucks to have the universe hit the pause button. But it’s just a pause. The launch will happen. I’ll  be writing about it in a new blog, which I’ll also share here.

But while we’re all in various states of suspended animation — I’m going to share my cross-country adventure with Mtuseni here. An armchair road trip, so to speak. Flashbacks to an easier, more open, more social time — a time that will return, I know. The journey — for me, for Mtuseni, for all of us — continues…

Check out our Instagram greeting from our first day!

#Middletown #Connecticut #sign

Where it all began… Where I began! #Connecticut