Drive All Night

I used to want to check out every diner up and down NY-22 and I-90. I remember one that rose up off an embankment as you came around a bend, a curve of silver windows like the hull of a spaceship, behind five foot-high neon letters: DINER. It was somewhere between Williamstown and New York. ...

Part II: New Jersey

Always complain! Can you imagine? We walked to the Met. I remember realizing that my dress was all wrong. It had gauzy red sheathing. Annette was wrapped in soft layers of black and blue. She looked sophisticated and I looked like I had missed the prom. A New York City prom, maybe. But a prom. ...