You got picked up at a party by a beautiful rich woman, taken to her luxury out-of-town residence for a passionate weekend, then dropped back at the city, with no on-going commitment?
And our nurse daughter, invariably scheduled to work on Christmas day, because of her Jewish surname (accepted at the time of her marriage vows). We've learned to take it in stride.
I agree with Michael that New York City is a special place during most holidays, not just Christmas. It empties out and becomes almost eerie. As a graduate student I recall Fourth of July holidays the empty streets in in Greenwich Village. I rather liked the feeling of seemingly owning the city a bit more. I am sure Christmas was much the same. I don't know, because I fled home to the frozen Midwest. Washington D.C., where I now live, empties of residents when Congress is not in session, especially during the oppressive heat of August, when only suffering parents walk in the Mall showing miserable children a bit of history -- and not helping increase confidence in democratic government.
Thanks, Stuart
You got picked up at a party by a beautiful rich woman, taken to her luxury out-of-town residence for a passionate weekend, then dropped back at the city, with no on-going commitment?
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Ahhh, to be young again. Nice work Mr. Goldfarb, great NY story that brings a gentle smile.
And our nurse daughter, invariably scheduled to work on Christmas day, because of her Jewish surname (accepted at the time of her marriage vows). We've learned to take it in stride.
You do get used to it
Merry Holidays! I do enjoy your writing. Keep it up!
I agree with Michael that New York City is a special place during most holidays, not just Christmas. It empties out and becomes almost eerie. As a graduate student I recall Fourth of July holidays the empty streets in in Greenwich Village. I rather liked the feeling of seemingly owning the city a bit more. I am sure Christmas was much the same. I don't know, because I fled home to the frozen Midwest. Washington D.C., where I now live, empties of residents when Congress is not in session, especially during the oppressive heat of August, when only suffering parents walk in the Mall showing miserable children a bit of history -- and not helping increase confidence in democratic government.