Once again I find myself indebted to wsoxfan for giving me the stimulus to illuminate a bit more of my checkered life.
I like where I live. Bored? Never. I sip my morning coffee and read the New York Times out on the porch nearly every morning - all those days that the sun shines. At night, it's dark enough to gaze at the eternal stars and imagined constellations. I live quite literally in the midst of thousands of miles of trails and paths. I can spend my days along rushing streams. I can walk in seemingly primeval forests or stand atop mountains.
But what's the very best thing about where I live? I'm only a short journey away from the most exciting, stimulating place imaginable.
I love New York. I worked in Manhattan for several years. I was very fortunate as a young boy; the countless days my family spent in the city kick-started my lifelong appreciation of museums, music and film along with a limitless love of the great metropolis itself. Many of my happiest memories of wives, friends and lovers are set in the five boroughs.
I spend a lot of time in New York. Sometimes I set forth with a specific destination or agenda in mind. Often I simply flow wherever chance or fate take me, and leave myself open to random whim and fortuitous adventure. I could spend a thousand lifetimes in the city, and never fully experience or tire of it.
Not of all of the memories and stories have been happy ones. I've been struck by a cab and run over by a messenger. I've seem crime and death. I was a block away when a helicopter toppled atop the Pan Am building and the shattered blade killed 5 people. A victim of an accident on a bridge, high over the Harlem River, died as I held her hand. I can never forget the deathly stench that spread from Ground Zero. I wish that I could.
But every time that I walk through my favorite neighborhoods I jot down the numbers of rental agents and landlords. I have often thought, perhaps even dreamed, of living in the city. Why don't I? Well, inertia; I hate the hassle of relocating. There's also the expense; where I live now is a lot cheaper. And finally, after a day of enrichment and excitement in the magical metropolis, I can come home, sit outside, and watch the flaming meteors trace their evanescent paths between the stars. I am happy and content with all the varied facets of my existence.
So here's to New York - the greatest city in the world, and my favorite place on Earth.
I like where I live. Bored? Never. I sip my morning coffee and read the New York Times out on the porch nearly every morning - all those days that the sun shines. At night, it's dark enough to gaze at the eternal stars and imagined constellations. I live quite literally in the midst of thousands of miles of trails and paths. I can spend my days along rushing streams. I can walk in seemingly primeval forests or stand atop mountains.
But what's the very best thing about where I live? I'm only a short journey away from the most exciting, stimulating place imaginable.
I love New York. I worked in Manhattan for several years. I was very fortunate as a young boy; the countless days my family spent in the city kick-started my lifelong appreciation of museums, music and film along with a limitless love of the great metropolis itself. Many of my happiest memories of wives, friends and lovers are set in the five boroughs.
I spend a lot of time in New York. Sometimes I set forth with a specific destination or agenda in mind. Often I simply flow wherever chance or fate take me, and leave myself open to random whim and fortuitous adventure. I could spend a thousand lifetimes in the city, and never fully experience or tire of it.
Not of all of the memories and stories have been happy ones. I've been struck by a cab and run over by a messenger. I've seem crime and death. I was a block away when a helicopter toppled atop the Pan Am building and the shattered blade killed 5 people. A victim of an accident on a bridge, high over the Harlem River, died as I held her hand. I can never forget the deathly stench that spread from Ground Zero. I wish that I could.
But every time that I walk through my favorite neighborhoods I jot down the numbers of rental agents and landlords. I have often thought, perhaps even dreamed, of living in the city. Why don't I? Well, inertia; I hate the hassle of relocating. There's also the expense; where I live now is a lot cheaper. And finally, after a day of enrichment and excitement in the magical metropolis, I can come home, sit outside, and watch the flaming meteors trace their evanescent paths between the stars. I am happy and content with all the varied facets of my existence.
So here's to New York - the greatest city in the world, and my favorite place on Earth.
