Comments on: A Dish Best Served Cold

By: Sheryl

Sheryl — Wed, 23 Dec 2009 01:28:45 +0000

Oh, can I relate…always lost, always wondering which way I’m headed! It’s amazing I ever get where I’m going. (Do they make compasses that look like wristwatches??)

By: Roxanne @ Champion of My Heart

Roxanne @ Champion of My Heart — Mon, 21 Dec 2009 23:26:46 +0000

Blame it on reading comprehension dampened by the dark time of the year and stress, but I totally did NOT see that ending coming. Ha! I’m sorry you were headed the wrong way.

By: Alexandra

Alexandra — Mon, 21 Dec 2009 21:37:16 +0000

Thanks for the “What Happens Next” tip. I took a course with a playwright five years ago and learned a lot about dialogue.
On your meanderings in the New York subway, don’t feel so bad. I can remember getting on a train going in the wrong direction in Paris once, and the directions are so straightforward there that it’s really tough to mess them up! I admire you adventuresome spirit as you explore a new city. Not sure I would have the courage myself anymore.

By: Ellen

Ellen — Mon, 21 Dec 2009 20:47:40 +0000

Here, I do run across thoughtful youngsters. Yesterday I was about to cross a slick, slushy intersection. A young guy ahead of me bolted halfway across, then looked back to see me hesitating, and offered his hand.

By: Cindy A

Cindy A — Sun, 20 Dec 2009 03:08:54 +0000

It’s hard to find compassionate young people these days. Probably harder in NYC. Twenty years from now, will any civility be left? Maybe there will be a manners revolution! I shall cling to that hope.

By: Winston

Winston — Sun, 20 Dec 2009 02:28:57 +0000

I like the idea of blaming the terrorists for my getting lost.
But Ruth, aren’t you afraid such thoughts will stir your paranoia, reawakening all those “let’s get Ruth” plots on a grand scale?

By: ruthpennebaker

ruthpennebaker — Fri, 18 Dec 2009 17:26:36 +0000

I like the idea of blaming the terrorists for my getting lost.

By: Joyce

Joyce — Fri, 18 Dec 2009 16:28:23 +0000

Another reminder (as if I needed one) of why I’ll always miss the World Trade Center: For nearly 30 years, I could climb out of the subway anywhere in Lower Manhattan and ascertain which way was south simply by looking for the Twin Towers. Having figured out where south was, then north, west and east were a cinch. Now, with my Manhattan compass gone, I am reduced to looking for the sun, which on a sunny morning or afternoon can at least inform me of east versus west. At night, or on a cloudy or rainy day, I am lost unless I can find a familiar landmark (the Central Public Library, the Plaza Hotel, Fifth Avenue, etc.) that assures me of where I am and in which direction I currently proceed. Maybe if I actually lived there for months, I could find my way around with more certainty. But I wouldn’t bet on it.

By: Kate

Kate — Fri, 18 Dec 2009 15:31:44 +0000

Having been twisted around and confused as to whereabouts in the CITY, I totally understand the frustration. I’ve also taken the subway going in the wrong direction and had to get off and turn myself around. Sigh.
I think you’re correct; it keeps us wondering just what’s going to happen next in this life of ours; we start out the day never knowing for sure. I like that. Sometimes.