spiritual and physical wellness, on Saturday we decided to visit the Clifton Springs spa featured in a recent travel article in the New York Times. But like Erin's GPS system which confused Scranton for Brooklyn, this article led us seriously astray. Indeed we followed it to the Clifton Springs Hospital. The unfortunate smell of sulfur and disinfectant became more pungent as we approached. But we held out hope. Homeopathic remedies awaited, and we were going to take the waters.
We sent Ashby as our scout. Instead of a spa, he found patients running the asylum, ahem, hospital. No spa to be found – only a place where the patients go for aquatic rehab.
No longer would I worship at the altar of the New York Times so blindly.
We sent Ashby as our scout. Instead of a spa, he found patients running the asylum, ahem, hospital. No spa to be found – only a place where the patients go for aquatic rehab.
No longer would I worship at the altar of the New York Times so blindly.
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