I was traveling by car from Las Vegas to New York City in 2002 and I stopped for a night at a colleague’s home just outside Manhatten. He’s a consultant and author, and he and his wife live on a small farm. We enjoyed staying up with a bottle of wine, talking till past midnight. In the morning they cooked up some scrambled eggs, fresh from the chickens in their henhouse. It was a pleasant enough stop, but I can’t think of any other reason I’d want to spend a night there. To me, the only Manhattan worth visiting is on the Hudson.