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Let me warn you says, the wise man to the country girl, when in New York City never look anyone in the eye. Did I listen? Absolutely no way, I was born to talk to everyone I meet and by gosh I’m going to do it!
The first time I was in the city I walked down the sidewalk eyes riveted to the tops of tall buildings with my mouth hanging open. I had never seen anything like this and I suspect I could be easily picked from the crowd as a tourist. Walking like that was dangerous there was the fear of that a bird might fly over and the homeless did not appreciate me running over their cardboard homes.
Then of course there was the trill of my first taxi ride. I’m married to a repressed NASCAR driver. I have taken many fearful trips down a country road at a high rate of speed with my heart in my throat. This was nothing compared to a ride in a yellow cab down a busy city street, door handle to door handle at about 60 miles an hour. These brave men have been responsible for jump starting my heart on many occasions. If you happen to enter a cab that has permanent handles squeezed into the seat you will know that I was there before you. Then there was the cab ride we took to Little Italy, I was frightened beyond belief just from the ride when suddenly I heard pop pop pop, pop pop pop, boom boom .... Oh no, now we are being shot at in Chinatown. I immediately ducked. Must to my embarrassment my escort tapped me on the shoulder to tell me not to worry, it was Chinese New Year and what I heard was fireworks being shot off in the streets.
I need to tell you about my trip to see the Empire State Building. I have always had a healthy fear of heights and was concerned about my reaction to being so many floors up. Much to my surprise the height was a minor problem. After going several floors up we were deposited in a line that would take us to the elevators that would deliver us to the very top. As we waited in line, I noticed that everyone else appeared to be much taller than my 5'2". I was herded into this elevator with far too many tall strangers. I thought I would suffocate before I reached the top, I became far too familiar with the belly buttons of perfect strangers. The view of the city from the top was beautiful. I’m glad I went but I hope no one minds that I will never be taking that particular trip again.
Another truly unique experience is browsing in one of the numerous electronic stores. The first thing I noticed when I walked in was that I was the only one in the store speaking English. Now I could give the salesman the benefit of the doubt and believe he is saying, “ Look at this lovely young woman, I feel generous today, I’m going to sell her something at a really fair price.
I could but I am more inclined to think that he is saying,” Oh my God, look at this hick, quick gather everything we haven’t been able to sell. We will make her an offer on a package deal she can’t refuse.
Truthfully, I love New York City. As a rule, though somewhat aloof, most people have been very kind to me. I love walking at night in Times Square. I love the thrill of walking by Radio City Music Hall. I love how unique St. Patrick’s Cathedral looks plopped down in the middle of this wonderful city.
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