I feel like I’m a one-man directory for Foursquare in the Binghamton area — sort of a modern day Lewis without Clark.  It seems like everywhere I go requires that I enter the name and address.  This doesn’t mean that I’m the only local user, far from it. It means I’m the only local user with a kid. While the others are fighting over mayorships at the bars on State Street, I’m commenting on the blueberry cheesecake at Apple Hills and holupki’s at the St. John’s Festival.  That was just yesterday.