I remember this moment in particular.

on the nature of collective effervescence.

I stepped off the M104 bus on 84th Street carrying a warm cherry pie. 

Apparently, not that many people hold pies a few moments out of the oven, with hot pads, when they walk down the streets of New York City. Everywhere I went that evening — from my doorman to the guy driving a semi-truck who blasted his horn as I walked across the street at 101st to th…

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