NY LOVES [#4]: Our Sense Of Humor
Oh NY...you make me laugh. Many thanks to artist Jason Eppink for making this city just a little bit better.
NY Loves [#3]: This Guy
If there’s one thing NY has to offer above all other cities, it’s convenience. Almost every restaurant delivers straight to your door. Taxis are available on every corner. And while you may have to pay a little extra for it, it’s always worth it.
Today, for instance, I left the house knowing that it was going to rain. I dressed in boots, and packed an umbrella that my mother had left behind from her previous visit. It was “vintage” to say the least. Seriously, I think it was from 1974. But as I walked to the train, I remarked to myself how sturdy it was and how much coverage it had. I believe the words, “They don’t make ‘em like they used to” may have fallen out of my mouth. Right then and there, I named it my favorite.
Well, our love affair didn’t last very long. As I got off the train, I realized that it had fallen out of my purse and was currently heading uptown without me. Farewell, mi amor!
Luckily, it was only drizzling, so I was able to make it to the office without getting soaked. However, when it came time to leave, I crossed my fingers and hoped that the rain has passed. No such luck. It was pouring and windy. That’s when I looked over to my right, and what did I see?!? A bucket full of cheap umbrellas! Granted, anybody who has ever bought one of these, knows that they never make it past 3 uses, but at that moment I couldn’t have been happier. And after looking at this picture, I think the feeling was mutual!
NY Loves [#2]: Prospect Park
Prospect Park is Brooklyn's answer to Manhattan's Central Park. And while - like most of Brooklyn - it's not as big and flashy as its Manhattan counterpart, it gives us everything we need. An escape from the city and a place to play.
NY Loves [#1]: The High Line
“Ya know fellas, I think Spring is finally here.”
Even as the words came out of my mouth, I wanted to take them back. Not because they weren’t true, but because I was scared to jinx things. With a full week ahead of beautifully forecasted weather - and a work schedule that will allow me to actually enjoy outdoor lunches - it was almost too good to be true. But there we were. Sitting on the High Line, our bellies full of samiches, and delaying the inevitable walk back to the office.
Sunglasses were on. Cardigans were off. (Ok, MY cardigan was off. My two manly companions wear no such things.)
This little bit of heaven gave me the inspiration to start a blog segment that I’ve been meaning to do for months now. I live in the most amazing city in the world, and I want to share all my little “loves” with you. The things that make me appreciate what a wonderful place NYC is. (With the possibly of some “no loves” down the road.) The High Line, an elevated public park located in Manhattan’s Chelsea district, is one of those loves. It opened in June 2009 to eager patrons and rave reviews.
The High Line was originally built in the 1930’s and hosted an elevated rail system which kept trains separated from Manhattan’s largest industrial district. According to its site, during the years 1851–1929, so many accidents occurred between freight trains and street-level traffic that 10th Avenue had become known as Death Avenue.
No trains have run on the line since 1980, and many property owners in the area lobbied to have the entire structure torn down. There were, however, a select few who envisioned its potential. They fought for years to make it the wonderful park it is today - which has a beautiful mix of modern construction and vintage charm. Who doesn’t love a happy ending?!?
