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New York City


New York City My first trip to New York was not at all like the other road trips I have taken. During high school, I traveled by bus with a bunch of other high school students. It was miserable; there were drugs, boozing, and oral sex, at least one of which took place directly behind my seat while I was napping. Other kids were kicked out of the musical ensembles with which they were traveling in order to compete in whatever regional event happened to take place near an affordable beach or theme-park, but I wasn't. I was reading a book.
Pardon me, I digress. Most of my other road trips were by car, book in hand and my mother in the driver's seat, or book in duffel bag and I driving two or three hours with or without a few friends. My New York trip was by bus. My fellow passengers were tamer, and Jesse, the only woman with whom I have ever had a substantial relationship, was my very favorite bus-mate.
There is a paradox in all of this. Driving one's self acro…