The word surreal is used far too often, but here’s a situation that might merit its use: last weekend, within one 24-hour span, I went from standing amid the bright lights of New York City’s Times Square on my way to an annual business conference to standing in one of the darkest spots in the United States, Chaco Canyon, New Mexico, for my daughter’s school camping trip. I had seen this mashup of events looming on the calendar for weeks, and I knew that attending each of them would require a brutal sequence of plane connections and car rides. I was dreading all of that, but I also didn’t want to miss either, so I clenched my teeth and said yes to both.
It’s only in hindsight—and a few days…