Our last ride got us to somewhere on the outskirts of NYC, probably the Bronx. The guy who’d picked us up took us into a diner and ordered himself a coffee. I was shocked when my brother said he’d have the same. We’d always considered it a noxious drink, strictly for grownups. I asked for a cup of tea. The waitress placed a cup of hot water in front of me, opened the little packet and put the tea bag in the cup. “Here you go honey,” she said. “Just dunk it up and down, up and down.”
—Adam Simon