Directions to New York

Long, long ago, I was born at home in Southeast Los Angeles. Our milk and potatoes were too often powdered, cereal came in bags, and Del Taco was a night out. My heart dreamed of something more. My stomach deserved better. But where could I find better? An uncle who&rsquo;d been stationed in Bremerton talked about the good coffee and fresh sushi. The lack of sun that drove others away seemed, to…