Two States of Being
It must have been clear from my inability to give precise directions or perhaps the way I was peering out the window…a little lost…a little unsure…that I wasn’t native.
“Where are you from?” asks the yellow-taxi driver.
“I live here now, but I’m from Oklahoma.”
“Where you there for the bombing?”
It is May 2002, eight months after the terrorist attack on the World Trade Center, and it is not the first time I’ve been asked this question. It will not be the last. I’m als
