I am not from New York.  My Dad lived there for a while when he was a young man.  My Aunt lived there in the swinging 60’s and stayed for the 70’s.  None of my friends are from New York, although most of them are from Philadelphia and Pittsburgh.

And yet, like the world, we go to New York whenever we need to have a quick escape into scatter jazz electricity.  Funnily enough, the past few years we always find ourselves there in the winter.  But even the New York City cold is electric.  That’s what New York is.  It’s electric.  Always has been and will be.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The city is so large that really it’s about getting to know one neighborhood at a time, and spending some time just…..taking it in.  Just letting it be.  That’s what’s wonderful about travel; that cup of coffee has just a little bit more mystique.  That marinara in Little Italy is just a little bit more of an event.  The diner where we eat breakfast is wonderfully cheap.  And of course, February concrete is just that much colder.  But it’s alive.  And I love it.