It is interesting what rain does to an environment. Not only will it settle the dust and freshen the air, but it will pacify the noise. The cacophony of taxi horns – the city’s own unique background score – softened in the gently falling rain. The song of the eastern mockingbird quieted, only moments prior delighting from the thick canopy overhead. The voices of passers-by – with the city’s cornucopia of languages – stilled. All that could be discerned – and this only barely – was the product of this cold front falling against and being absorbed by the broad leaves of the park’s only-one-of-its-type-in-the-world collection of trees. That and the splash of the bicyclist’s tires as they split the puddles formed in the low spots impounded by asphalt.
We’d been talking, but soon, our voices stilled as well.
Playing out-of-towner role to the hilt, we viewed of the Statue from a great distance following that with quiet moments at the Vietnam Veterans memorial - courtesy, we understand, Donald Trump.
The city turned out to be like a big small town with folks willing to look out for one another as if everybody lived only down the street. A recommendation for good Italian food is only one question away.
|Accompanied by Mr. and Mrs. Lake|
Even though I wore a ball cap emblazoned with the interlocking “NY” of the old National League Giants, it was clear I wasn’t from around these parts. Perhaps if I’d removed the price tag…
Folks seemed happy to see our little party, interested in where we were from and what we had planned for our vacation. It wasn’t long – perhaps only hours – until I realized my picture of New York was horribly skewed by a jealous Hollywood’s representation of it. New York knows that tourism is the blood that pumps through the heart of the city. And they know how to make folks feel like family.
...the Friday free jazz, the everyday lovers stealing kisses semi-hidden down some dirt path.
Heading two blocks west to Broadway and our hotel, I found that the little town blues - the ones I didn’t know I had - had melted away.
...or maybe just the intense vibrancy of Manhattan – with its capital-of-the-world cosmopolitan-ness.
Perhaps, however, like the cleansing of Holly Golightly’s put-on face in “Breakfast,” it was simply the New York City rain.
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