I’M SORRY, NEW JERSEY
“$30 a person?” I’m about to lose it as I argue with the clerk at The Metropolitan Museum of Art.
“But, but it’s pay what you wish for New York residents and this summer the clerk let us in with just the zip code.” I proudly give him my old Jackson Heights zip code, 11372. I forgot it, but looked it up on the way here. Granted we were lying to the guy this summer, we no longer live in the city, but I did live in the city for 20 years - 4 out of 5 boroughs in my lifetime.
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“Are you guys doing anything for Bennett’s big day?” I asked my son, Jarrett about this momentous occasion, his best friend was turning 18. It was Saturday morning - well Saturday afternoon, about 12:30pm my still groggy son had just made his way to the kitchen for his breakfast - well brunch. Jarrett yawned, “Yeah, we’re going into the city.” It took a minute for the words to sink into my head, “Like New York City?”