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footfootfoot · 07-28-2005, 07:27 PM

Growing up there, and now visiting almost every week, makes me feel kind of guilty that you all think so highly of it while for me, it doesn't blow my skirt up.

It really is an amazing city, each neighborhood quite different from the next. It has changed so much in my life. I remember as a kid having my dad take me around to see all the sights. He realized things wouldn't always be the way they were and he wanted me to see certain things before they were gone.

For those of you familiar with NYC and the Bronx (da bronx) When he was a kid Bruckner Blvd was a dirt road with wild raspberries and strawberries growing alongside it. He rode on the third avenue El before it was torn down and sold as scrap to Japan. When he was in Saipan during WWII, he and his buddies would refer to incoming shells as "here comes the third avenue El back at you"

It has been a long time since I lived there and I feel a bit estranged from the place, Everytime I go there I feel like I have to numb myself emotionally and psychically just to be able to deal with the level of general wackiness.

Still, it is a remarkable place.

07-28-2005, 07:27 PM	#9
footfootfoot To shreds, you say? Join Date: Aug 2004 Location: in the house and on the street-how many, many feet we meet! Posts: 18,449	Growing up there, and now visiting almost every week, makes me feel kind of guilty that you all think so highly of it while for me, it doesn't blow my skirt up. It really is an amazing city, each neighborhood quite different from the next. It has changed so much in my life. I remember as a kid having my dad take me around to see all the sights. He realized things wouldn't always be the way they were and he wanted me to see certain things before they were gone. For those of you familiar with NYC and the Bronx (da bronx) When he was a kid Bruckner Blvd was a dirt road with wild raspberries and strawberries growing alongside it. He rode on the third avenue El before it was torn down and sold as scrap to Japan. When he was in Saipan during WWII, he and his buddies would refer to incoming shells as "here comes the third avenue El back at you" It has been a long time since I lived there and I feel a bit estranged from the place, Everytime I go there I feel like I have to numb myself emotionally and psychically just to be able to deal with the level of general wackiness. Still, it is a remarkable place. __________________ The internet is a hateful stew of vomit you can never take completely seriously. - Her Fobs Last edited by footfootfoot; 07-28-2005 at 07:29 PM.