It may not sound unusual considering this is New York, but it is worth retelling. I was in Grand Central Station tonight when I saw a twenty-something girl in front of me on the escalator. She was dressed in a gray skirt, v-neck sweater, knee socks and wellies, all topped by a raincoat. Stylish and carrying herself confidently. I looked up and realized that she was one of us. No wig, no makeup, no forms and not a care in the world. Probably heading home from work.
No one gave a second look - probably because she carried herself so well. I wanted to give her a hug!
