This is Cody. I saw him sitting in his chair on Fulton Street in Brooklyn, and I couldn’t just keep walking — I had to ask him for a photo. Cody tells me that he’s the “sheriff” of the area, and he has sizable gold rings from his years with the police to prove it (see picture). Cody is the first man I’ve seen in New York wearing cowboy boots and a real cowboy hat — and a red tie to top it off. Plus, he was just as curious about North Dakota as I was about him.




“…you don’t realize how amazing [New York] is until you leave. [New York] is so awesome and crazy and it’s the perfect place if you’re 21–25; you can go out dancing and then it’s 4am and you’re at some after-hours thing. But then you turn 28 and the kind of social life you’re interested in has less to do with 4am party nights and more to do with marathoning Breaking Bad and learning how to make fancy cocktails at home.”