'Tis a Memoir by Frank McCourt

The priest asks if I have anyone meeting me and when I tell him 
there’s no one he says I can travel with him on the train to New 
York City. He’ll keep an eye on me. When the ship docks we take 
a taxi to the big Union Station in Albany and while we wait for the 
train we have coffee in great thick cups and pie on thick plates. It’s 
the first time I ever had lemon meringue pie and I’m thinking if this 
is the way they eat all the time in America I won’t be a bit hungry 
and I’ll be fine and fat, as they say in Limerick. I’ll have Dostoyevsky 
for the loneliness and pie for the hunger. Frank McCourt