Telling a friend about 4, 3, 2, 1 over dinner, I said it was romantic and lovely, if you didn’t mind new yorkers in love with new york, ellis island through the 60s, the anti-war movement, and all that shit we’ve heard so much about, which I did not mind.

Later, while my kid was eating pizza and getting sauce two inches up both cheeks, I asked him to fold it in half and the guy at the next table who’d overheard me laughed and said "I’m from New York and it’s really like all of that, you know”