I recall getting ready for my first trip to New York. All the chatter was how dangerous the city was and how rude the people were. But I didn’t experience any thing of the sort. My first night in the city we went to a great little cafe in the East Village the waiter struck up a conversation with my sister and I. We told him it was our first time in the city so he set with us and gave us tons of advice about where to go and what to see. Sitting in Central Park, riding on the A train, at a coffee shop in Soho, the same…