A “moment” from each month I spent in New York City. Sometimes tasty, but always tRuthful.
Month 5: September 2012
Doc Watson–the awkwardly-named cat my roommate and I fostered all summer–looks peacefully back at me one last time as I hand him to the elderly gentleman who is here to adopt him. “Doc Watson,” the friendly man says, “now that’s a funny name for a cat. But you get used to hearing funny things here in New York, especially if you’ve spent all your life working as a screenwriter like I have.” “Which screenplays have you worked on?” I ask curiously. “The Godfather,” he replies. I know Doc will be in good hands as I close the apartment door behind them.