I grew up in Eastern Pennsylvania, 85 miles west of New York City. Thanks to our 5-minute proximity to the interstate highway (hi, I-78), a day trip to “the City” was always within reach, and usually a good idea. School field trips had us bussed into New York for the day to go to museums or to see a show (one particular 8th-grade field trip sticks out in my mind: there are pictures of us huddled on a ferry in front of the Twin Towers circa March 2001). I’ve taken the charter bus with my grandmother to visit one of…