For a lot of years, I subscribed to The New Yorker magazine. I’m a big fan of it and still pick it up on occasion, but being a freelance writer, sometimes I’ve got to cut my budget a little bit from time to time. Since moving to Covington, Kentucky, I haven’t been a subscriber.
But I’ve still got my New Yorker tote bad. It very much looks like the one in the photo. One time as an incentive to get me to resubscribe early, they offered to give me the tote bag as a gift. I did and they sent it. I keep it on the door knob to my closet in my apartment.
Going to Walgreens or Kroger or anywhere else, I’ve been accumulating too many of those plastic bags. It started to make sense to me to start using that tote bag when I went to these places. I’d be saving Walgreens or Kroger or whatever store their plastic bags.
This has confused some people here in Covington who watch me walk up and down the sidewalk carrying this New Yorker tote bag.
“There’s that guy from New York carrying that bag,” I heard one older man telling his walking companion. “What’s he doing here?”
Another person I encountered said, “Welcome to Covington!”
Other times, I just get some staring.
Actually I’m a Hoosier who lived in Cincinnati, Ohio for many years and who now lives in Covington, Kentucky. So far I haven’t felt like explaining any of this to people who think I’m from New York. I don’t see this explaining happening anytime soon. They can think whatever they want. I’ll be a proud New Yorker.
(Photo found on Google)