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Hello stranger

It’s Friday night, and I am parked on the couch.

There’s no place I’d rather be.

nyc montageIt feels like I have spent the past two months on the road.

A week in Japan.

A long weekend in Kentucky.

Another week in Boston with Rory Dog.

Don’t get me wrong — I enjoyed all my trips, even the days and nights when I had to work. But I have missed my apartment and my adopted hometown.

When I moved to New York City eight years ago, I wanted to live in my favorite place to visit.

Time to play tourist right here at home!

All roads lead home

We all know it’s a small world.  The song says so.

But sometimes the universe puts a big ol’ exclamation point on it.

I flew home to New York City late Saturday after a trip to Chicago and got in the cab, prepared to doze during the drive home.

My cabbie had a different idea.

You see, he was a talker.  He asked about my trip, what I did for a living, where my hometown was.  Since I’m a talker, I reluctantly abandoned the nap and chatted with him instead.

(He had a French accent, so it wasn’t a hardship.)

Turns out my NYC cab driver, who hails from a French colony in Africa, attended Southern Illinois University and had a roommate from Paducah, Kentucky — a stone’s throw from my own hometown.

Coincidence?  Sure…but what a fun one!