Holiday in Town
On our way to dinner at Rosa Mexicano last night we ran smack into the Lincoln Center Winterfest opening. I should have known something was up, when a woman on stilts was walking around the lobby of the building where my lover works. Being a New Yorker, and immune to any weirdness that would throw other people for a loop, I didn’t bat an eye. I acted as if everything was normal, which for New York, it was.
The holiday tree lighting celebration at Lincoln included an unbelievable program of talent and delight free to all passersby. New York brings a glamour to the Christmas season that is certainly all its own. But it also offers a mind-boggling contrast of the urban rich and poor. A crowd of well-dressed people enjoys excerpts from Mozart’s “Magic Flute” a few hundred feet away from a person propped up against a building, their legs sticking out from the shadows.
Driving cross-town, we touched on memories of various events, times and people in the city–a dinner here, a date there, an old job, a favorite place for morning coffee, a rat-sighting in broad daylight. I hum “Silver Bells” softly as we head through the Midtown Tunnel towards home.
