I was almost 17 the first time I went to New York. I was on an east coast tour of potential colleges and, on the way up to see Cornell, my mom and I stopped in the Big Apple. It wasn’t exactly love at first sight but I remember being fairly dazzled and more than just a little overwhelmed. I had been to Washington, Baltimore, Chicago, and I lived just outside Cleveland so I was familiar with big-ish cities but, as you know, nothing really compares to NYC. My mom and I share a love of Impressionist painting and we went to the Met (I think) where there was some ridiculous number of Monets on display, like 30 of them or something. I remember just wandering around that museum for hours with my eyes popping, totally wearing my poor mom out.
My feelings about NYC have changed dramatically over the years and these days I look forward to my increasingly sporadic trips up there with giddy anticipation. My trip this weekend is going to be a quick one – really just 24 hours in the city itself – and more logistically challenging than other trips, but man, I’m just smiling madly through this Friday thinking about getting on the road northward. On Saturday, I’ll be able to see “South Pacific” which I’ve been wanting to see for what seems like forever so I am grateful for even the small window of time up there.
What’s funny to me is that, nearly 30 years after that first visit, this time I’ll be dragging my son around town and probably wearing him the heck out. Oh well, some things just don’t ever change.
Before blowing town, I was able to catch the final preview of Henley’s “True West” last night (many theater pros in the crowd – Joe Inscoe! Jolene Carroll! Bill Brock!) Great work by the cast with a truly quirky little play. More next week after I get that pesky review written…