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Somehow, I started thinking of New York when it came to the Ns. I have to visit a dear old friend (not so old, but a longstanding one) in New York City, and I was thinking of the places I want to go when we visit. Odd to think I met her my first day in 9th grade when I was a skinny fourteen-year-old in a new school wondering if I’d like it. Well, I did, and I liked all my friends and it was a good day.
My friend settled in New York City, which is a good thing.
I love New York City, from the various parks to the shopping to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I remember the first time I went there armed with a camera. One of the staff saw me in the Egyptian rooms and insisted on taking me to see his very favorite artifact – a thumbnail-high face and head of a Nubian. The features were realistic and you could see every lock of hair surrounding the handsome, African face. He said it was a shame no one noticed it.
I was offered a job, when I was living in Philadelphia (another city I love) that would take me out of day-shot of New York. I turned it down.
I’ll be visiting in May, by golly, and I’m ready.
And my N song is New York, New York, sung by Frank Sinatra.
Who can beat Old Blue Eyes and this song? I managed to find a live performance.
The man sings pretty well without a mixer – and you get the interaction you only find in a live performance. I found myself laughing.
NEW YORK, NEW YORK