On a trip to New York, away from my husband and kids and dogs, I find myself savoring my experience more than I do at home. New York looks more beautiful to me each time I visit. What I once perceived as the flaws of the city now look appealing to me: Air conditioning units hanging out of windows on a tall brick building, gray trash cans lined up against a black iron fence. My cabbie got pulled over on the way into the city. He gave the cop the business card of his cousin, also a cop. “What’s your cousin’s name?” The cop asked. The cabbie stuttered. The cop gave the card back, saying, “You gotta at least know his name!” But he let him off without a ticket.

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