I took my 14 year old daughter to NYC for the first time this weekend and in the subway stairwell coming back from NYCB there was a woman passed out similarly. Proof that living in Santa Cruz may keep you a little sheltered? My daughter: "Wish I could sleep that soundly." I tried to answer as a responsible parent, but I might have failed, just a little. (OK, and none of this is amusing if the guy is dead. Is the guy dead?)
I don't know if it's being sheltered or being hardened -- we have many more homeless people around here than are in New York (of course, the last time I was in New York was in December, so that might be the key difference). Your daughter probably is old enough to be told that "sleeping that soundly" is the result of drugs or alcohol? Natural sleep is not that deep, sadly. The guy is not dead. I am pretty bad about taking pictures of people anyway (in the sense that I usually feel I can't get away with it), and I would have felt callous making an exception just because someone was dead. . .
Hey, how was New York otherwise? Did you see anything besides the ballet?
I definitely took advantage of the "teachable moment" (horrible parenting phrase). We also had a couple of aggressive NYC crazies accost us. NYC was a blast even so; we saw La Cage aux Folles and a Little Night Music. I would love to have seen Hoffman, but it was simply not to be. Also, I didn't really think the guy was dead, but I have a deep and sometimes realized fear of saying absolutely the most appallingly wrong thing, so I had to check.
Sorry about the aggresssive crazies. Back in the 80s, when I lived in Boston, I used to go down to New York (this was before the whole clean up of the Times Square area) but after a while it just got to me and I stopped going -- the whole angry crazy sick crowd on the streets, and then you'd go up a few blocks to the garish, grotesquely wealthy areas. . . Still, as I was saying to someone just yesterday, though I've never particularly wanted to live in New York (unless I become incredibly wealthy, which is very unlikely), I'd love to visit it more often than I can. Sounds as if you saw some good stuff, though, and you're reminding me that there are a bunch of things from my trip last year that I should get around to blogging about -- I saw A Little Night Music also, with Lansbury and Zeta-Jones, and I saw Hoffman. And gosh, I saw Cage aux Folles the first time around, in a pre-Broadway tryout in Boston!
in the Embarcadero BART station
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I took my 14 year old daughter to NYC for the first time this weekend and in the subway stairwell coming back from NYCB there was a woman passed out similarly. Proof that living in Santa Cruz may keep you a little sheltered? My daughter: "Wish I could sleep that soundly." I tried to answer as a responsible parent, but I might have failed, just a little. (OK, and none of this is amusing if the guy is dead. Is the guy dead?)
I don't know if it's being sheltered or being hardened -- we have many more homeless people around here than are in New York (of course, the last time I was in New York was in December, so that might be the key difference). Your daughter probably is old enough to be told that "sleeping that soundly" is the result of drugs or alcohol? Natural sleep is not that deep, sadly. The guy is not dead. I am pretty bad about taking pictures of people anyway (in the sense that I usually feel I can't get away with it), and I would have felt callous making an exception just because someone was dead. . .
Hey, how was New York otherwise? Did you see anything besides the ballet?
I definitely took advantage of the "teachable moment" (horrible parenting phrase). We also had a couple of aggressive NYC crazies accost us. NYC was a blast even so; we saw La Cage aux Folles and a Little Night Music. I would love to have seen Hoffman, but it was simply not to be. Also, I didn't really think the guy was dead, but I have a deep and sometimes realized fear of saying absolutely the most appallingly wrong thing, so I had to check.
Sorry about the aggresssive crazies. Back in the 80s, when I lived in Boston, I used to go down to New York (this was before the whole clean up of the Times Square area) but after a while it just got to me and I stopped going -- the whole angry crazy sick crowd on the streets, and then you'd go up a few blocks to the garish, grotesquely wealthy areas. . . Still, as I was saying to someone just yesterday, though I've never particularly wanted to live in New York (unless I become incredibly wealthy, which is very unlikely), I'd love to visit it more often than I can. Sounds as if you saw some good stuff, though, and you're reminding me that there are a bunch of things from my trip last year that I should get around to blogging about -- I saw A Little Night Music also, with Lansbury and Zeta-Jones, and I saw Hoffman. And gosh, I saw Cage aux Folles the first time around, in a pre-Broadway tryout in Boston!
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