First stop was an abandoned insane asylum on the north shore of Long Island. Apparently it is abandoned because nowadays insane people are simply given medication and sent on their merry way, where they are free to join DeLorean clubs and drive to abandoned insane asylums for no particularly rational reason. Three cheers for the pharmaceutical industry.
We stopped for pizza in a town on the shore, toured a Vanderbilt mansion full of creepy stuffed antelope, then Samuel and I headed back to Manhattan, detouring only briefly for a couple of Frosties from Wendy's.
But seeing him grin like this made the whole trip worth it.