“Some folks like to get away, take a holiday from the neighborhood.” That’s the first line in Billy Joel’s song New York State of Mind (1976). And yes, I’m in a New York state of mind. I did get away last week to my favorite city and the further away I traveled from my neighborhood the more I realized what my mother said was pure wisdom, “No matter where you go, you take yourself with you.”
During my stay, I took in the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island, walked by the infamous Chelsea Hotel (where famous guests included Andy Warhol, Bob Dylan, Arthur Miller, Patti Smith, Dylan Thomas, Jim Morrison, plus Leonard Cohen and Janis Joplin had an affair there in 1968), wrangled my body through Times Square, and took in Billy Joel’s spectacular concert at Madison Square Garden.
But of all the places I visited, the best time I had was when my son and I trudged from 32 W. 18th Street to visit a cigar institution. It was there that I met Jesus Martinez. One of the only cigar manufacturers in Midtown New York.
Even though it’s a small shop the size that could not have been any more than 300 square feet, it stuck out like a bucktooth from all the other Lilliputian businesses that were all crammed together taking up the entire block. With its hanging rectangular black and white sign “Cigars Handmade” drawing your eyes to the worn gray awning with all the information anyone needed to know – 171 W 29th Street, followed by https://www.martinezcigars.com/ and ending with 212.239.4049 – you couldn’t miss it.
My son and I walked in and was immediately greeted by a smiling regular and then Jesus got up from his chair and we immediately could feel the synergy of two men who are passionate about cigars. Jesus has had his cigars rolled on the premises since 1979.
He remembered me when I introduced myself with slight memory promptings, and his smile grew three sizes at that moment. We spoke briefly, but our time was limited. So I picked out a corona, reached into my pocket for the cash, and that’s when he waved his hand, cut the cigar, took out a lighter and gave the cigar life.
I took a few puffs, told him I would be in touch, shook his hand graciously, thanked him for his generosity and left. I made my exit and took an outside photo of his shop and began to make the long walk back to 18th Street.
But, after being outside only a few steps, I ran back, re-entered the store and asked him if we could have my son take our picture. Of course. That accomplished. Miles and I headed back toward where my wife was getting her haircut by an uber professional hairstylist at Sassoon’s. (Elegant results I might add.)
Despite visiting the Whitney, Central Park, Times Square, the Guggenheim, The Waldorf Astoria, Grand Central station’s original oyster bar (stunningly delicious seafood), 42nd Street, Broadway, The Strand, and so many other New York City landmarks all the while being surrounded by hundreds of passers-by, I was able to find peace and serenity, if only for a few minutes – with Jesus.
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