We walked down Fifth Avenue last night, from 78th to 48th with a short dogleg through Rockefeller Center then over to Eighth. This is my first trip to New York since I’ve been hemiplegic, and I was determined to navigate the bumpy sidewalks and endless curbs and crowds of the city of my birth.
Tonight was an especially good test, since Fifth Avenue was mobbed pretty much from the Apple Store on 59th down to 48th. Save for one episode of an exuberant Japanese teenager in high-heeled boots tripping me as, heedless of the crowd, she jumped excitedly backward, I navigated a serious mob scene just fine.
Linda and I viewed the tree, erect and lit, for the first time together. John was a small boy the last time we were in New York together, a few days before the tree went up, as it happened. Tonight, Linda wept happy tears – we have many fond memories of New York from our younger days.
Then it was off to La Masseria, a better-than-the-usual theatre district restaurant, before seeing the terrific Fela! at the Eugene O’Neil Theatre. It was all so perfectly Noo Yawk… thank you Heidi for the rehab work…