Thinking of New York City, I can’t help but use the feminine pronoun.
“New York is a girl. …A big red–lipped girl, in her late twenties, who still looks damned good in clothes.”
Who knows that reference? Please comment if you do. I first heard it while going west on I-70, looking for space and solitude. I’d never seen NYC. I couldn’t imagine anything soft or attractive about 300 square miles of concrete and 8 million people. And just last August, when we discussed our move to just outside the city, it was in terms of survival.
But now when I look at her, I think of another quote from the same source. “…it’s time you learned what I know.”
(This post is the 1st in a 7-part series on NYC. Part 2 will be posted at 11 AM Mon, April 11.)