July 12, 2010
The heat in New York greets me like a long-awaited friend upon my arrival at LaGuardia. Standing outside while trying to find my ride, I begin to drip uncomfortably again, and question my sanity for getting a hot Chai at the Starbucks right at the baggage claim. The ride home is air-conditioned, and a chatty driver manages to pass the time as we edge out ahead of rush hour traffic. It makes me realize that I'm still surprised at the things New Yorkers will ask you about, even if you're strangers. Maybe it is because you're strangers, I don't know.