My Neighbor, Jackie O.
Riding the New York City Subway at rush hour was, as my late aunt would often quip in her Irish brogue, “no cup of tea.” It was my second year living in the city, and by then I knew the ropes for raiding the rails: 1. Pray for a seat but realize God may be busy that day. 2. Do not make eye contact. This second rule was very important. People were crabby during those tight, pre-latte mornings. Any look could be misinterpreted. It was always best to bury your nose in a novel ra
