When I was 18 my mom was living in Wayne, NJ as just another stop on her position as a consultant. I went to visit her for a week. I had been out there to help her move into her new apartment, and I had done all of the typical NY tourist things (Statue of Liberty, Ellis Island, Empire State Building, I actually witnessed the turning off of the lights for the last time from ground zero while on the ferry back to NJ). But on this trip, we did all of the other tourist things. We saw Cabaret on Broadway, and yes we went to a Yankees game. We walked through the hall of fame. We saw Roger Clemons pitch, and Derek Jeter hit a home run that landed a few feet from us. I remember thinking that I needed to remember that moment, and I do. Needless to say, a lot has happened since that day, but I still remember that moment like yesterday. That is one of the moments that I see when I think of New York, but most importantly that is one of the moments I see when I think of my mom. Congrats #2, and thank you.