New York Yankee
I was walking along, looking for a post office in New York. Yankee Hotel Foxtrot was blasting out of a record store, and I was pleased. I didn't know there were Wilco fans in New York. Yankee Candle was coming up on my left. The soapy smell cleansed my nose of the wonderfully greasy pizza smell which had hitherto resided there. Each time I encountered the word or the idea of the word Yankee, I felt like I was missing something - some more pressing cultural code - something to do with my being in New York. Yankee, I thought. New York and Yankee. But in the end, I could think of nothing.