I miss New York more and more each day. I was there in 2019, just before the pandemic hit, with my wife, E, and Miles, my son. Lately, I can’t get my mind away from that trip. So occasionally I pick out one of the photos that I took while there and post it on Facebook’s My Story. Each glimpse of the photos, and the crystal clear memory of the moment I took it, mesmerizes my nervous system transporting me back to that exact second in time.
(Cigar fanatics please stay with me – this is what you call “a buildup.” )
Why do I adore the city so much? Partially it’s an unknown, subconscious emotional attachment that I’ve had since I was a small boy. Sometimes my Dad would bring me the “real” New York Times from the newsstand downstairs at the train station in Chicago. As I held it in my hands, I could imagine myself picking up the evening edition at Grand Central because this paper was flown in that day and was the same one that was available in New York City – that day. My emotions run high because my heart warms to its highest temperature each time I visit The Big Apple or even anticipate an upcoming visit.
The city is the quintessential concatenation of cultural chaos that no other famous metropolis can compare to. None. Of course, many cities offer various attractions, but New York City IS the attraction!
I write this article to cheer me up as I slosh through this crazy, bizarre, fragmented world WE have unknowingly created. As mentioned in the paragraph above, every time I see a photo of that trip I post one of them on My Story on Facebook thus “. . . releasing in my body oxytocin, dopamine, and serotonin . . . often referred to as our ‘happy hormones.’” (Google) The end result is a solid recollection of a particular sound, aroma, or shivering experience (like seeing Billy Joel live at Madison Square Garden).
(Okay, cigar freaks, this is for you!)
There’s only one thing that – for me, makes New York absolutely perfect. And that is walking down a crowded street with Miles, smoking a free Martinez handmade cigar (gifted to me by José), fresh from the factory located at 171 W 29th St. while heading back to Sassoon’s to see how a hairdresser can make a beautiful woman even more beautiful.