Apparently, NYC school kids are on vacation this week. Happy birthday to me!
Singing has officially been a part of my life since I was in second grade.
New York was sprinkled today with the sights of Valentine’s Day. It’s not my favorite holiday day, but I can appreciate its festive nature in the middle of a drab winter.
It was 50 degrees yesterday.
As I walked around mid-town I saw a lot of men wearing shorts, which wouldn’t have been my choice, but I get it. I was wearing a sweatshirt, jeans, and a lightweight jacket.
The choice that baffled me was the folks in full winter regalia, wearing hats, scarves, and gloves in the 50-degree weather.
I am always curious about the people who bundle up when the weather is 50 degrees. Not so much judgemental, but more in awe. If I had been dressed like that I would have been sweating like a pig; quick to strip my layers until I cooled down.
It’s 50 degrees again today and I am looking forward to wearing more spring-like clothing. I am also looking forward to checking out the New Yorkers who have all bundled up for the second day, like the next ice age has arrived.
Not much stops NYC from functioning. Not even the snow.
I forgot to write earlier today so I am writing this from an Uber that is currently taking me from the Flatiron District to Prospect Lefferts Gardens, Brooklyn.
If you don’t live in NYC, it could be hard to imagine that most people in the city have gone about their regular lives after the bombing on Saturday night. But it’s true. We have.
This morning I found myself annoyed with the 24-hour news cycle as I walked past the site of the bombing. If you don’t know, I work on 23 Street, less than a block from the site of the explosion.
At 8:00 AM EST, there were a few cops keeping watch, workers trying to replace broken glass at an Orange Theory Fitness, and news vans taking up the rest of what was left on 23 Street between 6 and 7 Avenues. You would have thought with the number of media outlets present that we had breaking news. But there was none. Just highly coiffed anchors hammering away at the same story while New Yorker’s bought Dunkin Doughnuts and pick up their dog’s poop.
So if you find yourself glued to the TV with a bit of heightened anxiety, please know it’s business as usual here.
As some famous man once said, “The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.”
So turn off the news and live your life. We have.
Love from NYC.
I live in a Caribbean neighborhood in Brooklyn, where every Labor Day is carnival. The West Indian Day Parade happens after an overnight party called J’Ouvert concludes, and everyone is out in full party mode.
Crazy things happen in NYC; but sometimes “Oh New York”, quickly turns into “WTF?!
We had a German lawyer visit today with whom I have conversed with over email for some time now.