(Ten months ago? Six years? Fifteen? You can't remember, can you?) And there have been five stores in that spot before the travel agency. For all you know, the place closed down moments after the last time you walked out the door. Your pizza parlor, his shoeshine stand, her hat store: when they were here, we neglected them. You say, ''It happened overnight.'' But of course it didn't. “You swallow hard when you discover that the old coffee shop is now a chain pharmacy, that the place where you first kissed so-and-so is now a discount electronics retailer, that where you bought this very jacket is now rubble behind a blue plywood fence and a future office building. 'New York was his town, and it always would be.” Behind his black-rimmed glasses was the coiled sexual power of a jungle cat.' He was as tough and romantic as the city he loved. How hard it was to exist in a society desensitized by drugs, loud music, television, crime, garbage.' He adored New York City, although to him it was a metaphor for the decay of contemporary culture. I mean, you know, let's face it, I want to sell some books here. The same lack of individual integrity that caused so many people to take the easy way out was rapidly turning the town of his dreams in.' For him, it was a metaphor for the decay of contemporary culture. To him, New York meant beautiful women and street-smart guys who seemed to know all the angles.'.Īh, corny, too corny for my taste. He thrived on the hustle bustle of the crowds and the traffic. He was too romantic about Manhattan, as he was about everything else. ![]() To him, no matter what the season was, this was still a town that existed in black and white and pulsated to the great tunes of George Gershwin.' ![]() no, make that: he - he romanticized it all out of proportion.
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