“In any city, I hate to be a tourist. I get this from my Mum. Whether she is in Paris or Mexico City, it is imperative that the inhabitants believe she is in her hometown. She accomplishes this with outfits: chic pantsuits with kitten heals in one city and breezy skirts with Weitzman sandals in another. I, on the other hand, use attitude. When I’m dragging my suitcase through Columbus Circle, attitude is the only way to get by. The New Yorkers on the streets thought I was returning from a glamourous trip abroad instead of hopping from one apartment to the next. It was my usual Visiting Fireman routine.
“Visiting Firemen: Term developed by Dear, my paternal grandmother.
Definition: People who speed from one location to another, dropping quick hellos and goodbyes like hot potatoes. I know firemen don’t throw hot potatoes at fires. Just roll with it.”
