NEW YORK– I remember the Daily News heading: “FORD TO CITY: DROP DEAD.”
It appeared outrageous. Gerald Ford had announced at the National Press Club the day prior to that he would ban any federal financial bailout for New York City. Likewise, he never really utilized those words.
Still, a president threatening the capital of the western world? Pshaw!
I had understood I would live in New York City given that my earliest family adventures there as a tyke. As the family cars and truck would rise the rise over Queens that revealed the skyline, I was filled with awe and wonder. I had to exist to know it.
“‘New York City was alive in a way the residential areas couldn’t touch: bristling with the creative expression and variety that appeared stifled by cool green yards.’
“I had started to regularly commute to the city by train or cars and truck from Long Island in my early teens. My lifelong fascination was ending up being a full-blown love affair. New York City was alive in a way the residential areas couldn’t touch: bristling with the creative expression and variety that appeared stifled by cool green yards and great families. In 1975, I was feasting on theatre on and off Broadway, the sprouting art scene in Soho, the cafes and jazz clubs of Greenwich Village and the concerts at Carnegie Hall, the Beacon Theatre and Lincoln Center and in Central Park. Gerald Ford didn’t scare me. I was already a Brand-new Yorker in my mind. I have actually lived here, in 3 different districts, given that 1981.
It’s often stated, “This city is for the young and the rich.” I have actually been young in New York, and my life here has actually been more than rich.
I have actually viewed the Thanksgiving Day Parade from the Dakota and had gigs waiting tables and driving Rolls Royces. I have actually done carpentry and painting, and had too many daybreaks legal proofreading. I have actually taken control of restaurants in water-pistol battles with Andy Warhol, Jerry Hall and the artist Keith Haring; strolled the avenue with Gregory Peck as he required Atticus fans by enthusiastically kissing their children.