Not in Kansas
"Toto, I have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore." Diane and I in Times Square - the movie The Wizard of Oz I stepped out of Penn Station with a backpack on my back and a garment bag I borrowed from my husband in one hand. WHOI's brand-new Vice President for Academic Programs and Dean, Dr. Diane Foster, walked beside me. We followed the signs, climbed up the stairs, trying to get our orientation before we got to street level. When I felt cold winter air and saw the glow of streetlights, I figured we were almost there. One more set of stairs, and we emerged...into Madison Square Garden. How in the world did that happen? Diane and I pulled out our phones. One route to the hotel would take us through Times Square; another would take us down quieter streets. Did we want to brave the crowds? For a chance to see the lights and say we were in Times Square, oh yes, we did. Any New Yorker reading this right now is probably cringing. Friends, I am a small-town girl. I grew ...