June 18, 2011
I have the worst sense of direction this side of a compass assembled by a blind, one-armed, three-year-old girl. If you ask me which way to go and I say right, don't let another heartbeat pass before turning left with a vengeance. When trying to situate myself in this city, I must always remind myself that Seventh Avenue runs south and have to face oncoming traffic so I know that my right hand is east. If I enter Macy's through one door and exit by another, I am as lost as if you'd spun me around blindfolded for pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey. Ahoy!