Welcome back from spring break, dear readers. And what a beautiful pre-spring weekend it turned out to be.
Two weeks in New York, but here we are again.
I will always enjoy New York. It’s a city people either love or hate, without much in between. I’m in the former. Yeah, it’s ugly, crowded, irritating, and that’s just Times Square (ba-dum-bum). Still, there’s something about it that grips me.
While we walked and subwayed around Manhattan and Brooklyn, I looked for those things that make New York successful. What I found turned out not quite what I expected.
The happenings in New York aren’t too different than what I see in our own city.
World-class museums and exhibits, restaurants by top chefs, an artsyness that isn’t hard to find if you know where to look. These describe either.
New York has more of it all, more of everything; museums, universities, cafes, galleries. That’s just sheer size. 8 million people versus 400,000.
And New York is just, well, New York. The phrase sounds pretentious, that old stereotype of the New Yorker feeling above the rest of the country. Yet the idea is true. There is something about New York that no other city in the U.S. has. It is one of the five top-tier “world capitals.”
That aside, I saw similarities. I see Cleveland closer to New York in a city-sense than it is to the Great Lakes’ metropolis of Chicago. The reputation of being dirty and gritty, for one. Even walking through parts of Brooklyn, with its churches and artistic vibe, I think of Tremont or Lakewood.
Most apparent was the human element working to make the city. The thirty-something guide showing us through New York City’s first distillery since Prohibition, who happened to also be a co-owner, fit right in with stories around here. Locals carving out slices of life from their passions that make the area better and more interesting.