A Southern Boy’s Reflections on New York on September 11th | My Southern Gothic Life

Here are my thoughts on September 11th from a while back…

Seems like a good day to revisit them again…

Here’s a brief excerpt fromt he beginning and a link to the full post:

I am blessed to be able to go to New York at least 3 or 4 times a year- for either business or pleasure.  I can say, with no shame, guilt or qualification that I love New York.  As I have said before, I’ve had my love affairs with London and Paris, but I always come home to New York as my favorite city.  It is the most alive place I have ever been.

I know people go to New York to escape where they are from or who they may have been before.  That’s part of the magic.  Nothing is as it really seems.  From Broadway to the Bronx, you create your own reality in New York.  But it is always alive and you can’t hide from life in New York.  At least not easily.

In other parts of the country, you can isolate yourself.  You can’t do that in New York.  You can only have so much delivered.  You have to go out.  And when you go out, life smacks you in the face.

via Chapter 20: A Southern Boy’s Reflections on New York on September 11th | My Southern Gothic Life.