Strangers

The Bagel Connection

After a three-hour train ride starting at 5:00 AM, I faced New York City by myself for the first time. I was tired, loaded down with work details and bags. I’d made the long clanking escalator ascent from the depths of Penn Station to a cold, exhaust filled street, then climbed into a cab. I tried to settle my laptop, suitcase, purse, and my frazzled mind.

The driver pulled over a block before my destination. A construction crew had blocked the target intersection for emergency work. I paid my fare, and struggled out with all my belongings. A city block never looked so long or unfriendly. People rushed past, with the quick clipped gait of New York urgency. I found an opening and stepped into the human parade.

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