Dismal Pastiche

• 2011-03-22

  I was driving with my son on a highway that took me from New Jersey, across the Hudson, into Manhattan. As I drove, the highway turned into a wonderful log flume-type ride, and my car became the boat thing, open like a convertible at the top. The end of the ride brought us splashing down into New York, after a steep drop that was so much fun I yelled, “WHOO!” My phone got wet.