I'm actually not a huge fan of New York City. As I described to my friend T this morning while walking along the Hudson River greenway, as a result of trying to cram too many different people with too many different needs and interests into too small a space, it's like a low simmering catastrophe, which, with rare exceptions*, doesn't really boil over.
I did a lot of walking in several different parts of the city today...
To get to the Upper West Side to meet T.
From the Upper West Side to Chelsea, where I had a delicious (previously blogged about) Buffalo "Chicken" Sandwich at Terri on West 23rd.
I then tried unsuccessfully to get takeout at Blossom du Jour, which was apparently closed for a private party.
Then I took the subway to Flushing, Queens, and walked from the Junction stop on the 7 train, all the way up Junction to La Guardia. It was a study in some extremes: the first section is like being in a street market, then it's astonishing gridlock traffic for a bit on Junction, then it's a fairly pleasant stroll through a mostly residential neighborhood, until you start hearing the jet engines roar to a start. And LGA, well, it's... LGA. Not my favorite airport in the world by a longshot, but also not in the rungs with the worst (Dallas, Miami.)
Awaiting a flight back to ATL for the first decent amount of time in a bit, which is nice. Home for a couple weeks, then Colorado and California at the end of April / beginning of May.
* Consider, for example, Hurricane Sandy, the NYC Blackout of 1977, the Son of Sam Murders, about half of the Yankees fans who wander the city unattended, the pisspoor thin brown liquid passed off throughout the city as "coffee", and almost the entire New York Police Department.
I did a lot of walking in several different parts of the city today...
I then tried unsuccessfully to get takeout at Blossom du Jour, which was apparently closed for a private party.
Then I took the subway to Flushing, Queens, and walked from the Junction stop on the 7 train, all the way up Junction to La Guardia. It was a study in some extremes: the first section is like being in a street market, then it's astonishing gridlock traffic for a bit on Junction, then it's a fairly pleasant stroll through a mostly residential neighborhood, until you start hearing the jet engines roar to a start. And LGA, well, it's... LGA. Not my favorite airport in the world by a longshot, but also not in the rungs with the worst (Dallas, Miami.)
Awaiting a flight back to ATL for the first decent amount of time in a bit, which is nice. Home for a couple weeks, then Colorado and California at the end of April / beginning of May.
* Consider, for example, Hurricane Sandy, the NYC Blackout of 1977, the Son of Sam Murders, about half of the Yankees fans who wander the city unattended, the pisspoor thin brown liquid passed off throughout the city as "coffee", and almost the entire New York Police Department.
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