Next week I will begin the final voyage home. This blog will return to its historic roots as a NYC blog. Maybe Jason or UI will talk to the Urban Elephants into picking this blog up again.
I never left NYC in spirit and this day was bound to happen. Northwind is upset and somehow Earl the cat knows. My friend is taking care of Earl and promised to take him in when it gets cold. In fact he has spent a few nights in in recent days.
My coworkers are preparing a party. I insisted that they honor another worker who is leaving with me. I consider it an honor to leave with a vet who is going onto better things. Some of us got upset with the constant insanity of the hiring process. I was eligible to remain until next September. However, I decided to return home and start my old life up again.
I will be with my family, WABC radio, the NY Sun and exotic stunning women. I will miss the flowing lanscape and some wonderful friends and a few I would rather forget. I will not miss the endless wind that seems to never stop and the fog. I prefer the subway to 30 mile drives.
I will eat all the exotic foods that I haven't seen in two years. Few of you other than UI or Jason know what a Bialey is? There are the NJ Greek resturants with the endless Greek food. Above all I miss Cuban and Korean resturants.
NYC is almost a world onto itself and it has endless energy. I will be close to Ground Zero and City Hall. The recent stock market trends have taken much of the glitz out of the area. I love the mega news stand on Hudson St with magazines and newspapers from all over the world. I will try to visit Yankee Stadium.
I will also try to land interviews with Rav Roov.
At this time I want to thank each and every reader for helping me pass my exile in sanity. Vermont is a great place with wonderful people but I do not belong here. I am a NYer in mind and spirit and this area is tough on those who do not drink ski or hunt.
Vermont is a place of dreams and in many ways poverty is worse. One can find desperate poverty in some areas. Yet those who are poor do not want your pity. They want to live their lives in peace. I do not even want to imagine how cold some of those shacks are in winter in the NE kingdom. However. Firewood is available as is game and the wardens likely turn the other way as families struggle. Those of you who define Vermont by Burlington and the zany antics of Bernie Sanders miss the larger picture.
Beamish in 08
Odd story to add. I went to a local resturant andthe owners were dumbfounded by the nights receipts. I organized the bills numerically in seven minutes and placed all the disrcepancies to the right. I explained this is just some odd NYC life skill and resumed my meal.