The snake made the discussion short and sweet. “We need to get to Yankee Stadium before the cookie crumbles.” So much for any details I hoped to glean from that conversation.

My cat helped me on the dragon. Once on, the dragon courteously asked ‘Joe’ and ‘Cindy’ bunny slipper if they were comfortable. I wondered if I should bring up my fear of heights and motion sickness but didn’t want to find out how roast rabbit tasted so I lied, squeaking out “Fine.”.

With all my co-patriots firmly seated on the dragon, she turned – facing the street – and we were off. I suppose I was expecting a ride as shown in the movies where I sit exhilarated, queen of all my dominion. The dragon flies majestically above the world… and if throwing up while flying over Crotona Park is ‘exhilarated’, then we fit the mould perfectly.

Fortunately Yankee Stadium was close by that time but I still found myself fondly wondering, “Why couldn’t we have taken a cab? It isn’t as though there aren’t enough of them in New York City.”