This isn’t New York. The thought rushed through my head several times during my two-hour trip to New Paltz. As soon as the Thruway wrapped into Sloatsburg, New York City seemed light years away -- with each mile, the knot in my gut coiled tighter. Commercial shopping plazas grew few, replaced by modest businesses, while housing complexes faded into family farms, granting passing cars a glimpse at orchids, cows and horses. The further from home we drove, the fresher the air became. I remember how cool it felt against my skin the first time I left the car. The thought of an early winter terrified me.