Recently on the train ride home, after four blissful days of rest and lots of fun hosted by my first love — NYC — it was clear that the fixed smile on my face wasn’t going to fade anytime soon. Another bright indication that my staunch promise to rejoin the land of the living was a good call.
I knew I wanted to be a New Yorker way before I could articulate those strong desires. Growing up as a child of the eighties who devoured the…
