cavernous pier building. We finally met and my father took us by taxi to the Statler Hotel where we stayed in a beautiful suite, compliments of the Statler Corporation for which my father was a chef in Boston. We stayed in New York for a couple of days but I vaguely remember anything. The city skyscrapers were impressive, the streets were wide, there were many people, there was a lot of snow and slush, the restaurants were warm and well lit, the food was different, the hotel room was comfortable and warm.

We left for Boston by train. I looked through the window at the snow covered landscape and at the small doll-house-like wooden structures, and people skating over frozen ponds. It was a different world. As the train sped toward Boston I sadly wondered how life was going to be in America.