I just returned to New York from a five-day trip to D.C., where I was one of the two million crazies who stood in the cold to watch President Barack H. Obama take the oath of office (it was so freezing, and so worth it). I took the bus home, and I’d only walked an avenue when a man stopped me.
“Excuse me, Miss?” he asked, with a faint accent I couldn’t place.
Directions! Of course I could help — back, as I was, in my home city. I stopped and paused.
“Have you ever heard of the Mother of God in the Bible?”
New York. Oh, New York. I guess this was my official “welcome back.”
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