New York, New York

Obviously, this is not a picture of me in the Big Apple, but is a picture of me with a Big Fish!  Actually, this photo jogs good memories of a trip I took just as my posting under New York jogs memories of my visit to New York.  After graduation from college, and failing to then convince Jan to marry me (I later did accept her proposal), I went against Horace Greeley and headed East.  My uncle was an executive in New Jersey and I stayed with him while I went into the City to search for employment.  I recall sitting in Battery Park waiting for an appointment with Mudge Rose Guthrie Alexander and Nixon (yes, THAT Nixon) to interview for a paralegal position.  A seagull decided to make a political statement (must have been a staunch Democrat) and made a deposit on my suit jacket.  Since the jacket was a fairly loud check (it was the 70s after all), the remnants of the deposit blended, but I wondered if that was the reason for not hiring me.  I also recall thinking that walking in New York was a little like walking in a small town, as everyone seemed to be only concerned about those people in the very near vicinity, so the numbers did not seem overwhelming.  This attitude on my part was, however, blitzed when during one walk on 7th Avenue at noon I looked up (I was going down a slight incline) and saw nothing but people from building to the edge of the 20 foot wide sidewalk for as far as I could see!  Rather sobering.  My cousin and I made a deal--I would go endure a montage of ballet piece at the American Ballet, and she would endure a showing of Thunderbolt and Lightfoot (made in GF if you recall).  Again, a fond memory!  Every time I smell the diesel exhaust of a passing bus, I remember walking the avenues of New York.  So, that is my "New York, New York" (you are to imagine Ol' Blue Eyes singing!)

Marc Buyske