As to his favorite place, yeah, I got it. I got it because in an instant it was mine, too. After zooming through the Holland Tunnel and a traffic-dense city, zipping past endless yellow cabs like rats in a maze, and nearly hitting a few dozen tourists, we found ourselves on a wide band of red stairs smack in the middle of a dense sea of people.
The sun had almost set. A faint band of light blue and deep purple could be seen between the high buildings. Times Square was lit up like a Christmas tree on steroids. I was staring ahead. Up. The New Year’s Eve ball sat perched above the lights in the not-too-distant distance. It was surreal being there, like a TV show come to life.
Benny held my hand. He was grinning from ear to ear. My face was doing the same. It was impossible to sit there and
