The Adventure Begins!

There he was napping in his uncomfortable Southwest airplane seat while the plane sat like a beached whale on the tarmac of the Baltimore airport.  He crushed his head into the tight void of the headrest and the window, but he didn't care that his spine slowly coiled into something resembling  a curly fry because he was going to New York.  

The two of them arrived at Laguardia much later than they expected.  An hour and a half to be exact.  Amy, his girlfriend, calmed the young man by suggesting, "Why don't you just calm down ya freak."  She always had a special way with him.  The private cabbie whisked them off into the stream of cars bound for familiar destinations like Madison Square Garden, Harlem, the Statue of Liberty, and Kat's Delicatessen.  Stop, go, stop, go.  The sudden jerking of the car brought on a feeling of slight indigestion in him.  "Why did I eat Arby's of all days," he wondered privately. 

Flatbush, the neighborhood which they were to live in the next four months, welcomed them loudly as people shuffled and bumped their way about on the sidewalks just outside their car.  Horns honked.  Vendors vended.  People yelled.  He was frightened, excited, and still queesy from the Arby's.