Does this happen to you? You go into Manhattan – the big city as I call it – and you see a familiar face from Seventh Avenue. And both of you smile like, "Hey, what are you doing outside of Park Slope? I didn’t know they let people out of there?"

Sometimes I will actually converse with the familiar face as in: "Hi, don’t I know you from Park Slope?"

Times like that I feel so provincial like a Park Slope mouse venturing in the big city. Better get back before midnight or you’ll turn into a pumpkin.