I’m
up at 5:30.
On
the road by 6.
I
catch the 6:30 bus from Bourne to Boston.
There
I get the 8:30 Bolt bus to New York. It’s
the first time I’ve actually gotten a seat for a dollar.
I sit across from a mother and her daughter who are coming to NY from New Hampshire. They plan on walking from the bus stop at 39th and First, to their hotel near the Empire State Building at 33th and Fifth. They show their concern about the city by asking me, "Is it safe to walk there?" I smile, thinking I feel safer in New York than on the Cape where a neighbor heard a gunshot at two in the morning. "Yes," I tell them, "it's safe."
I sit across from a mother and her daughter who are coming to NY from New Hampshire. They plan on walking from the bus stop at 39th and First, to their hotel near the Empire State Building at 33th and Fifth. They show their concern about the city by asking me, "Is it safe to walk there?" I smile, thinking I feel safer in New York than on the Cape where a neighbor heard a gunshot at two in the morning. "Yes," I tell them, "it's safe."
I
still get a thrill when I come into New York and see its formidable skyline. I take a picture from the bus window.
I’m
in my apartment, my very hot apartment, by 1:30.
Wherever you are coming from, it always feels good to come home.
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