I’ve always hated the “Dear Diary” section in the Times – it’s filled with cutesy little stories about quirky endearing things that happen only in New York only to real New Yorkers that only real New Yorkers can appreciate; stories that are at odds with its tough scary big-city image.
But this is such an endearing “Dear Diary” sort of encounter: yesterday my daughter asked a cab driver to take her to NYU Medical Center, where she works. The guy turned around and asked, very solicitously, “Are you okay?”
She texted me this story. She’s now a real New Yorker.