The Professor Pterosaur Project, Part One
In the autumn of 2010, I was living in New Jersey, and working in Manhattan, 30 miles away. I always took the train to work, because driving in New York City is for people who’ve decided they’re no longer interested in having positive emotions. I did this only once, in Staten Island, which doesn’t really count. Any New Yorker will tell you so; the other boroughs all look down on Staten Island, presumably because it has grass.