My husband brought me home to Queens the first time for Easter. We were just friends. I was a senior in college almost ready to graduate. He was a freshman. Going all the way home to California for Easter wasn't an option for me so he took me in.
We drove from Cambridge to Flushing. It was the first time I went over the Throgs Neck Bridge. I was enamored with the golden toll tokens and I marveled at the Manhattan skyline in the distance.
We pulled up at the house in my red BMW 318i that I had usurped from my twin sister. Before we got out, a crazed yellow lab appeared at the window. He had a dog? I noticed the street sign on the corner. Unable to make sense of it, I asked him, "What's one eighty ninest?"
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