Today has been a truly excellent day for reading.
A friend and I were chatting about life, liberty and advertising when he shared an article about one of our great mutual loves: New York City. The first paragraph name dropped all of our Williamsburg usual suspects and gave words to the feeling of largess that the city has given both of us at one time or another. Even the author’s tale of his long-distance breakup was familiar. I, a Virginian, had too been dumped for New York.
The second half, more loosely followed my parent’s feelings about the city. They were both life-long New Yorkers when they decided to cart 5 year old me and my little sister off to practically provincial Richmond, Virginia. They remember it fondly, sure, but cannot fathom why I would leave my spacious one-bedroom for one half of a stranger’s rental.
But I don’t care about that. I just want to capture that magic I feel when I’m in New York. Like the author says, “Irrespective of race, religion, political affiliation, borough, or class, we were citizens of New York City, the moving parts of the greatest place on Earth.”