‘You can take the girl out of the Midwest, but you can’t take the Midwest out of the girl.’
Even though I’ve lived in New York longer than I have existed anywhere else, I am often mistaken for a tourist. (Maybe it’s my ‘Honest Face’.)
I can be swathed in head-to-toe black, topped off with the intimidating authentic motorcycle jacket I bought at the intimidating authentic motorcycle shop in L.A., and still get asked if I’m enjoying my stay.
![Yes, that's me. In the scary motorcycle jacket. And yes, I do look like a tourist. Especially since we were doing a very Touristy Thing at the time: going to see the Rockettes](https://i0.wp.com/lutheranliar.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/04/RadioCityFam.jpg?resize=510%2C381&ssl=1)
Yes, that’s me in the motorcycle jacket. At the Radio City Christmas Show with two people actually born in New York
Once when I had a freelance gig at Ogilvy, which was then located in Midtown West, I swear I got asked every single day on my way to work if I wanted to ride one of those double-decker tourist buses in Times Square. And it was the same guy who asked me, too. When the gig ended, I kind of missed him. Continue reading