Spring is in full swing, my hair is bobbed, curling under due to the humidity, and people cannot wait to ask me for directions. Germans looking for Egg (it moved to 3rd bw Berry and Wythe), people wondering how to get to 1st Ave (in the 6th Ave station, it depends on whether you need to be closer to 14th or Houston). Groups walk up and launch into “Where is…” without so much as an “Excuse me.” This is who I am. It is what I do. In the time of directions hair, I give directions.