Last week, my day job sent me to NYC to
participate in a pilot training program. It’s been many years since I’ve been
to New York. The last time was 2010 I think when I when up for the Rainbow Book
Fair. I have many memories of the city. The first time was when I was seven and
my dad was transferred from Ohio to base not far from Manhattan. I’ll never
forget the acute shock of going from wide open prairies to those immense skyscrapers
that clawed at the sky. We only lived in New York for a year, but I remember my
time fondly, except for the Catholic school uniforms. Oh I hated those uniforms.
