We’re leaving tomorrow for a short trip to New York City. I have such a love affair with that place. I grew up in northern New Jersey, but only ventured across the Hudson with my parents for the Christmas Show at Radio City Music Hall and the very occasional Broadway show. My date for my Senior Prom took me to Manhattan and we saw “How To Succeed In Business Without Really Trying,” starring “Bobby” Morse. How shocked I was to see him recently on Mad Men, looking about 80 years old . . . impossible!
Where was I? Oh, now that I’m grown and have a checkbook of my own, we’ve been visiting there at least twice a year. This trip is for the World Science Festival at NYU. Geeks from around the world meet and discuss heady science topics. Well, OK, darling husband will be doing a wee bit more of that than I will.
|NOT shopping here . . .|
My agenda includes a few heady lectures and a lot of window shopping, thrifting and vintage hunting. I’ve mapped out my favorite stores and planned my routes. There will be stops for coffee, cupcakes, an overpriced drink at the Plaza Hotel and maybe a walk across the Brooklyn Bridge.
As always, I will be slightly light-headed, because when I am in my Dream City, I am truly ageless. Not young again, but not pinned down to any point in time. Just floating through metropolis, feeling like anything is possible.
Some of you are thinking: “I hate that place!” Crowded, smelly, noisy, rude. That’s OK, I understand. I love it anyway. Tell me about a city that you love, that leaves you breathless.