Style

A sense of style – a bit of pizzazz -always seemed innate to New Yorkers -from the City. At least that was what New Yorkers tell you. My father believed this without a doubt. He went to work every day in a three-piece suit and a diamond pinky ring.
He always looked like he was heading to the penthouse. Once in the elevator, he’d punch for the basement where his office was, and on arriving, change into the neatly pressed khaki’s that were his work uniform. At four PM, he changed back into his suit and returned home.

It would not have been out of character for him to exclaim that even a New York vagrant has more of a sense of presence than his equivalent in, say, Boston. This last snide aside to Boston was due to my preference for that City over New York. “You know Louis; if you can’t make it in New York, you can’t make it anywhere.” for my family, as for others, New York City had been the land of the fortunate.
In 1973 My father called. They were leaving the City. It just wasn’t the same; the crime, the dirt. I couldn’t resist – ” but Dad, if you can’t make it in New York, you can’t make it anywhere.” silence on the other end of the connection.

10 Replies to “Style”

  1. Love the Hawaiian shirt under the jacket I guess the jacket is someone’s style. It’s interesting how people view their area as the only place to live. I’ve been to so many places and always find the next place a new adventure. I’m sorry your dad felt the need to make you feel bad about your choices.

    Like

  2. Seems like it’s getting hard to make it anywhere nowadays. I flew out to NYC for a week by myself, close to fifteen years ago. I felt so alive there (despite the oppressive heat wave lol!) I enjoyed reading this.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. I like visiting my old digs in the Village and Seaport. Mid- Town is still a freak show – just not the old freak show. I enjoy the abundance of good food from all over the world. But, I wouldn’t like to live there anymore – a nice lifestyle would be very costly.

      Like

      1. That’s kind of how I feel about San Francisco. I love the diversity in all the people and food choices, but I could never afford to live there. It remains a nice place to visit.

        Like

Comments are closed.

claytoonz

Nationally Syndicated Editorial Cartoonist

By Shreyas

Photographs, Films and Stories

Debbie Gravett

Word painter and story slave

Babsje Heron

Great Blue Herons: A study in patience and grace

Under the mask..

..all this.

Gargoyles and Grotesques

Don't Look Up! Something May Be Watching You...

Paul's Wonderful World of Color

The Color Photography of Paul Szlosek

The Renaissance Mathematicus

Just another WordPress.com weblog

Sammi Cox

Author Aspiring

Stephen Fielding Images

Views of the natural environment & climate change

Family Matters

I'm Victoria Stuart, a poet committed to love's transmission.

Charlie Sheldon's STORIES MADE US HUMAN

STORIES ABOUT THE MOUNTAINS, THE SEA, AND ANCIENT TRUTH

My Two Bits

My thoughts and ideas about life, cats, and whatever else I think about

WEGGIEBOY'S BLOG

Andy and I miss Dougy

Jalsails's Blog

Spontaneous Connections During Tidal Times

Pensieri Parole e Poesie

Sono una donna libera. Nel mio blog farete un viaggio lungo e profondo nei pensieri della mente del cuore e dell anima.

....on pets and prisoners.....

food for the body; food for the soul

%d bloggers like this: