Dear Diary:A heap of discarded scratch-off lottery tickets filled an entire seat on the subway car. He was a Brooklyn native, and I, a newly naturalized United States citizen and first-time visitor to New York City, thought better of challenging him. At some point during the long ride, though, I found myself glancing again at the scratched-off tickets. Advertisement Continue reading the main storyMore than 20 years later, memories of the hunt for bingos on that Manhattan-bound F train and the $7 jackpot — cashed at the nearest bodega to buy three slices of pizza — remain vivid. Neither my husband nor I remember much else about our big night out in the city.

Source: New York Times April 17, 2017 00:00 UTC