FOMO Tour 2026

8.5 miles At least that’s what my “smart” phone told me I’d walked when I checked it at the end of a warm and humid day in the city. By then I was home. On the couch. The first of a few ice-cold double vodka and club sodas in my hand, the White Sox and Rays duking it out on TV, beginning a binge of 6 hours of baseball on the couch, bachelor to the wife not being home, she enjoying a weekend of…