A “moment” from each month I spent in NYC. Sometimes tasty, but always tRuthful.
Month 8: December 2012
It’s 5am, pitch black and freezing cold outside. A middle-aged man and I are bobbing awkwardly in the cold air, waiting for a bus to LaGuardia that should have arrived 15 minutes ago. Five more minutes pass before the other weary traveler asks if I want to split a cab fare with him. We jump in the next taxi, disgruntled but relieved at the same time. “You’re flying to Wisconsin?” he confirms as we begin to chat. “Why would you leave a cold place and go to a colder place for Christmas?” Within seconds I form a 20-item mental list of just exactly “why,” but as the runway lights come into view out the window, all I manage to mutter is “it’s not that cold.”