NYC, 1985

WHAT HAPPENED WAS THERE WAS A GIRL. That’s probably the only thing that could have made me get on a plane for the first time and fly across a border to a strange city at 21, so excited and afraid that I thought I’d be sick. As the jet banked long and low over Manhattan – it used to do that in those days – I’m sure I was shivering; I was having an adventure.