The first time I felt like a New Yorker was subtle but significant. It happened when I went out to buy ice cream and refused, for the first time, to walk the extra two blocks to the next bodega, where the ice cream was cheaper by a dollar. Finally lulled

This Memorial Day I watched a dear friend place two bags of BBQ charcoal on his skateboard, sit  atop of them and let his Pit Bull pull him all the way home. It was awesome.   Right before that happened, I was in Prospect Park, riding around on one of