30 November To some, New York is Times Square or the Statue of Liberty, that universally-recognised icon of democracy that has welcomed millions of the world’s poor and dispossessed huddled masses. To us the first recognizable icon was something as simple as standing beside a woman hailing a yellow cab in the East Village on a chilly Saturday night. Yesterday, 30 November, was our wedding anniversary. The longest we’ll probably ever have. Leaving Brisbane at 9.30am and arriving in New York at 5.00pm is, of course, not as simple as it sounds. In between was the slow torture endured by most international long haul travellers – trying to sleep in a space designed for the smallest Japanese person imaginable when you are a large, economy-size, non-Japanese person. Not that the service or the quality of the planes is in any way deficient. It’s just the sleep deprivation! We survived – as we invariably do - and arrived at JFK airport excited enough to instantly wipe the 24 hour flight from o...