York City streets, with their crosswalks and tourists and bike lanes with speeding delivery men, require focus that doesn’t come naturally to either James or me. If I’m so much as listening to a podcast or even wearing a hat—don’t ask, it makes me feel like my vision is stunted—while walking, I will forget where I’m going and pass it right by. It shouldn’t have surprised me in the least that James did not notice us walk through the Walgreens revolving door.
