Ask Someone

My granddaughter and I had just left the 9/11 Memorial in New York City, and it was lunchtime. I turned to her saying, “I have no idea how to find a restaurant.” She was undaunted. “Ask someone, Nana,” she said. So I did, and we had one of the best meals of our trip.

You write it: Is there something that has you stymied today? Who will you ask?