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…