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New York City IS a comedy, Lance. You got the essential truth about my hometown.

The trouble is, the people who move here, even from the local environs, don't get that.

I can't cite statistics, but I'd wager somewhere around 75% of the day-to-day minor annoyances that occur in NYC happen as the result of an out-of-towner intermixing with a local.

No insult intended, Lance, because I'm not going to claim that we NYers are always right. In fact, I'd argue that it is our lack of patience with people coming in on MetroNorth or the LIRR that creates most of those irritations.

(Indeed, I'll make the further wager that the woman who yelled at you was, in fact, originally from out of town)

That said, if only you folks would learn to move a little faster...


I'm guessing the green face and scarf is about Iran.


Just loved reading this, Lance. So true- for such a majestically scaled city, the soul of NYC is in a billion small interactions with fellow citizens that happens every day. Small kindnesses, a smile and a howyadoin', and yes, humor. Flirtatiousness too! The people are the souls of the city, and they're just superb. NYC actually has a big heart it doesn't get credit for.

Bronx-born myself, Dad a cop and Mom a nurse, I spent many years as a young struggling creative there, a big chunk of my life in NYC. It's hard to live there, make a life. At 40 now, I prefer to visit and be dazzled anew when I do. And I always am. I'd had enough of Dickensian poverty in the East Village. But re-visiting always inspires me anew, and I love the city and its people so much. And it's just the small human interactions that make me happy, the joy of the human comedy as well as the vanity fair, in the Thackeray sense. A wink from a female cop, the barista saying "here you go, my love", a cabbie telling you a funny dirty joke, a smile from a passerby for no reason.. NYers are so open when being a bit wary or closed seems more the norm elsewhere.


My favorite all-time job was as an ad agency 'runner' during the summer of '67 in Manhattan. The people I met were indeed the 'story' and I'll never forget a single one; in fact I actually worked with Holden Caulfield! (ok, a very close facsimile, character-wise.) I only wish I had taken pictures.

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