New York Thoughts

A few observations and thoughts from my most recent visit to New York:

Everyone should visit the observatory at the the Empire State Building. It's a little corny, but it's one of those things that you really ought to do. I had been twice, as a kid of maybe ten or eleven, and once during college, on the way back from spending spring break with a friend at his grandparents' place on the Jersey shore. If you have been, you should go again, at night. The Mrs. had never been, so we went on Friday night. It was beautifully clear and just a bit windy a thousand feet above Fifth Avenue. The stars, the lights, the night air, it's all truly an amazing experience. We even saw a group of Tibetan monks in line.

I also recommend walking across the Brooklyn Bridge. You can get the same view by riding the subway line that passes over one of the bridges, but it's gone in a couple of minutes. You can walk the bridge at your chosen pace and really soak in the magnitude and grandeur of the city.

All the fashionable people in Manhattan were wearing scarves looped and draped loosely around the neck. Mostly women, but a noticeable number of men too, and no one seemed to have any regard for the temperature. I mean, it was around 70 degrees the whole time we were there, and the parade of scarf-wearing folks never let up.

It's almost impossible to walk down the sidewalk on Broadway in Soho on Saturday afternoon. On Sundays, most of the stores start opening at 11, but hardly anyone shows up until at least an hour later.

Greenwich Village, particularly west of Seventh Avenue, is an excellent place to park the car for a few days. There are no parking restrictions other than street cleaning, which means you can park on Friday afternoon and not need to move it again until Tuesday morning.

And you won't need the car. Between subways, buses, cabs, and just walking, you can get anywhere you need to be. Just being there encourages walking, which is great.

Go to ground zero. Just go down there. Don't go as part of a big tacky group of bus-riding tourists from out in the flatland, though you'll have to work your way around plenty of them. Go and stand and look at the actual site, sixteen-plus acres, and contemplate what happened there. Go over to St. Paul's church on Church Street, on the east side of the site, and look around at the commemorative displays they've set up inside, and think about how incredible it is that one of the oldest buildings on the island, that close, was not damaged. Then go around the corner to the firehouse on Liberty Street, on the south side of the site, and look at the bronze memorial that runs the length of the building. I've done this several times, and I'll keep doing it long after the new buildings are finally finished.

Breakfast at Junior's on Flatbush Avenue in Brooklyn. We go every single visit, without fail. Get the french toast.