American Dreams in New York City
I'm back to New York City -- God, I love it! Almost everybody in the city is working on making their American Dream come true, no matter which way they define it. They're striving for financial security (whatever that is--the bar keeps moving and in reality there is no such thing; a cataclysmic event could wipe it out); success (whatever that is) as an actor, painter, singer, musician, writer; or to teach, practice medicine, or run a business with excellence. Most people in the city are aspiring to some definition of success that they've worked out for themselves -- or that they haven't defined but know at a gut level. Therefore the excitement, the jazz-of-the-heart, is palpable. It's like no other city in the world. I'm taking three young Costa Ricans to see it in December, and I can't wait to see their reaction. This is a whole other ball game than San Jose.
The rider is probably inside the nearby New York Public Library.
Chess, anyone? In Union Square Park.
Beyond the workboat and crane is the financial district from Hoboken, pre-Hurricane Sandy.
A whimsical ode to trains in Hoboken. It might not still be there after Sandy.
Exactly center of this photo is an opera being transmitted from the Met to a screen in Times Square. The man in the tux is conducting the overture.
Man with an iPad taking a picture of the opera performance. Let me know -- do you love New York City? Tell me why or why not.
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