This entry was posted on June 15, 2007 at 11:02 am and is filed under Americana.
.
You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.
You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.
When I lived in Jersey City as a youth, around the 1960s, I loved to hop the subway and ride under the Hudson River to New York City. To me, then as now, New York City is Manhattan. Everything else might as well be on Mars, or Idaho.
When I returned in later life, I found the City at once exciting and overwhelming. I was thrilled to be there, and relieved to go home.
The History Channel is running a series called Cities of the Underworld. NYC was featured recently, with the merest glimpse into the vast excavations under the streets of the island.
LIKELIHOOD OF CONFUSION
June 18, 2007 at 1:25 pm
When I lived in Jersey City as a youth, around the 1960s, I loved to hop the subway and ride under the Hudson River to New York City. To me, then as now, New York City is Manhattan. Everything else might as well be on Mars, or Idaho.
When I returned in later life, I found the City at once exciting and overwhelming. I was thrilled to be there, and relieved to go home.
The History Channel is running a series called Cities of the Underworld. NYC was featured recently, with the merest glimpse into the vast excavations under the streets of the island.
June 18, 2007 at 8:09 pm
This picture is from Queens, Bill!
Growing up in Brookly, we certainly felt part of New York City.
July 6, 2007 at 12:55 pm
[...] a great metaphor, perhaps for something I’d rather not quite get into, but it’s been a lot of flat tires for us in the last few [...]