When I first came to New York, I never really got lost except when I emerged from the subway disoriented. I didn’t yet know the landmarks that would tell me which way I’m facing. Oh, and I also got lost the first time I tried to simply cross Central Park. I didn’t yet know that there’s only one straight path in the whole park, and it didn’t go where I needed to go.
This article is the story of one man’s story after getting lost in New York on his first day here.
WHEN “LOST IN NEW YORK” WAS TOO WELL ACTED (PDF)
From July 23, 1911