You’re a New Yorker when you feel like one, no matter how long you’ve been here. It’ll happen one day. You’ll visit City Island or walk the Brooklyn Heights promenade for the first time or buy churros from the woman with the cart on the subway platform or see something crazy like a man with a pet rat on his shoulder or a tow truck towing another tow truck and you’ll think, “Wow. Okay. I’ve been christened. Now I’m officially a New Yorker.”