Back at the center

I had the opportunity to return to NYC this weekend.  My 15 years in the city-at-the-center-of-the-universe happened at my most formative time; though I was born in Fairfield CT and I’ve spent more time in Baltimore than anywhere else in my life, I consider myself a New Yorker when it comes right down to it.  It’s strange how the anonymity of certain places can be as much of an identity as the being-known of others.  I thoroughly enjoyed striding over the Brooklyn Bridge, wending my way uptown, threading through Central Park, and resting under the blue sky in Central Park’s Sheep Meadow, just one of Stephen Sondheim’s “another hundred people.”