I have spent plenty of mornings at the wee hour on the train, heading into Manhattan to the fertility clinics. When I say wee hour, I mean before most New Yorkers are awake. And it’s the hour that the trains are full of men. Blue collar men. Construction workers, delivery truck drivers, utility workers. Pretty much every man is wearing steel toed boots. There is hardly a woman to be found. Being the only woman on the train before sun-up, you’d think it might feel slightly uncomfortable. But all the men are sleeping.
I haven’t spent much time at Penn Station. But there is one night I will never forget. Danny & I were dating. And he was heading back to Boston on the latest possible train. We were so in love. Everyone could see it. Twice, while we were waiting for the board to show his departure gate, some passers by said…”You guys look great together.” Strangers don’t normally say that. But we were just beaming. You couldn’t miss us.
Up & down, up & down stairs. That is the life of a commuting New Yorker. People often notice that New Yorkers are usually on the thinner side. I think it’s party because most people can’t get up and down those stairs fast enough. For so many years I have raced those stairs, heading into Manhattan. And raced even harder coming home to my husband. (Though at the moment, Danny & I both have the luxury of working from home!)
Ahhhh….the brides of Dumbo. You can’t go to Brooklyn Bridge Park without seeing a full blown wedding shoot in session. And I don’t blame them for all going there. This park is my all time favorite spot in New York (do not miss coming here if you visit New York! 🙂 The views are the best you’d ever see (and they show free movies there in the summer). You get to eat at Grimaldi’s or Calexico (or get some of my favorite cookies & hot chocolate at Jacques Torres.) And in addition to the skyline & the bridges, you get to see the quinceaneras entourages also coming for photo shoots. Oh, my. Those are unreal. You have not seen satin and updos and limos like this until you’ve seen a Brooklyn quinceanera.
When I came to New York for the first time, I had to get a hot dog off the street. It was just what New Yorkers do, right? But then I later moved here and realized that New Yorkers don’t really eat those hot dogs. But I have had some killer Halal chicken (warning: the line may be 30 deep at all hours of the night). And some killer street tacos (only open 9:00 pm – 5:00 am). And some killer Belgian waffles (see link for truck locations).
Do these pictures invoke any memories for you?
(See a previous “Living in New York” post like this one here.)
P.S. There is a sample sale in NYC starting today for Soia & Kyo. They carry a huge line of coats that I’ve been impressed with. The thing is, they are just really heavy-duty. And they’re made in Canada. I just trust the Canadians when it comes to coats 🙂 I bought one for this winter & I’ve been really pleased with it. March 15-18, Chelsea Market, Th/F: 10-9 pm, S/S: 10-7 pm.