An Urban Boychick Takes on the Outdoors

OK, this isn’t a nature trip – but New York is a sort of wild environment, isn’t it? Thursday evening: After a largely uneventful drive I arrive at the entrance to the Lincoln Tunnel. It is jammed. In keeping with the season I feel like Moses, able to see the promised land (the skyline is clearly visible from here) but unable to enter it. I am behind a limo with the license plate “CSS INC” which I take as a good sign as just this morning I interviewed with a company by the name of “CSSI, Inc.” I am also left to sit and stare at a billboard for ICantUrinate.com. In another Moses reference, I think “Let My People Go!” I arrive at a family member’s apartment, which is temporarily unoccupied. There’s no food. I go out and hit the local market, a typically cramped little Manhattan market. Still, it has a Passover section easily twice the size of the one in my neighborhood supermarket. I grin so widely at this site that a woman standing next to me picking out matzoh gives me an odd...