Now THAT'S a Slice! New York City in Black-and-White
I graduated college Saturday, packed my bags Sunday and touched down in New York on a temperate Monday evening. I exited the Airbus 319, a large jet that carried me across an invisible Lake Michigan, through concerning turbulence and into a freshly drizzled concrete playground. My sneakers pattered and my suitcase rattled down the worn linoleum concourse of LaGuardia Airport, which is aesthetically behind but atmospherically up-to-speed. By the end of the week, I had consumed three different slices of pizza, three flavors of locally brewed beer and more black-and-white cookies than I'm willing to publicly admit.