Hello. My name is Jane Davenport.
Actually, it’s not. That’s a pseudonym, because my real name is something a little trailer-trashier, as befitting my cultural roots of possum-farmers from Colorado. Actually, I’d rate my family as being about halfway between The Brady Bunch and Honey Boo Boo. Maybe a tad closer to Honey Boo Boo.
I grew up in lovely San Diego, California, and first clapped eyes on New York City in 1976 as a starry-eyed young idiot. I was the worst kind of young idiot, too– following a new boyfriend to his native land. Later on, he turned out to be gay, but I moved here permanently in 1980 and never looked back.
Since then, I’ve acquired a Dominican husband, two multi-cultural daughters, a bunch of cats, several kinds of careers, a dog, and 30 years of New York City wisdom. We tried to move out of the city once for a whole year (to Westchester – a-whole-nother story), but couldn’t handle it. So we came back.
New York City represented total freedom to me when I first came here, and it still does. I’ve lived mostly in Manhattan, with frequent day trips to the other boroughs (not Staten Island, obviously). I’ve lived here so long that I figured it’s now YOUR turn to receive the benefit of my wisdom
By the way, you may notice there’s a bag over my head in the portrait. That’s because I value my anonymity and freedom. And let’s face it, I’m not that easy on the eyes.
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Born in upstate New York, grew up in San Diego, California
Current zip code: nothing too exciting, but still Manhattan.
Roommates: Two teen daughters, a husband, a dog, 2 guinea pigs (“Fatso” and “Squeekelina”, the pig formerly known as “Sugar Bon Bon”)
Age Range: See Hills, comma, older than the.
Current Profession: Incipient going-viral webmaster, permanent data geek, general know-it-all
Life-Saving Free Tip: Look both ways, even on one-way streets. Why? Bicycles.