I should be dead( or God has a sense of humor)

On a bitterly cold night, I was working n New Jersey and had missed the last train back to the city. I was longing to be home in my warm bed with a book & some Haagen Dazs.
I met this guy & got on the back of his Harley & rode the 40 minutes, freezing my ass off, staring at his red bandana. I asked him to let me off by Penn Station & took a cab home, my fingers & toes still numb.
Not for a second did it occur to me that he could have murdered me & left me in a dumpster in some shitty town in central Jersey. Did I have a Guardian Angel? I took many other chances like that, throughout my twenties & escaped unscathed.
Now I have two daughters & wonder how much I will shelter them, hoping they would never attempt such stupidity, but would living so carefully make them boring? Or just sane.

NYC

My children are growing up in the south & my concern is that they are not going to experience the best city in the world, the way that I did, when I was a kid in New York City.

Central Park, The Museum of Natural History, The MET, the subway,the freaks, plays, walking everywhere.

What do they know? Spongebob, riding their bikes, chain restaurants.................it's a good life, but what perspective can they have growing up in suburbia and now on a military base?

Oy vey, as my Jewish mother would say, & wring her hands and frown/smile, who knew with her crazy temperament.

I am taking my eldest daughter to The Lion King this weekend, the play that I was going to take her to when I was hoping to go home to the city years ago. It's not Kafka, but it will do.