Live from New York

Technically, I had been to New York before. I had crossed the George Washington Bridge, driven through the Lincoln Tunnel, skirted the edges of Harlem with three other midwesterners in a Vega. No, it was not some transportation-themed wild goose chase, though that would have made just as much sense: we were on our way to Connecticut. It's not a very good story, and, well, now it just doesn't matter. Because now I am here. And just as the t-shirt says, I love it.