The greatest joy in Buffalo for me was seeing old friends I left behind when I moved to Virginia. The ten days were filled with whoops of laughter and everyone talking so much that they interrupted everyone else, and much of "Do you remember that teacher we had in high school" and "You look the same" and "Tell me about your children."
The good news was that I saw evidence everywhere that a dedicated group of Buffalo supporters are working hard to get tourists to go there. In my motel room, for instance, there was a very well done brochure listing all of the attractions, and as I read them over, I found some that I didn't know about.
Go, Buffalo!
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