C and I are on the road this week, traveling to visit family in the area of the east coast that surrounds New York City. We are going to attend a funeral for C’s grandma, and while this is a sad event indeed, it is always interesting to see too, what kind of family communion and deep connection can take place during life events like this. So on we go.
As we drive near NYC, it gets me considering the vast differences between my world in the north and the one that exists in metro-America. There are some similarities as well, namely the possibility of living much of life within a square mile, and the quantity of hot dogs sold daily.
But the differences, they are vast and wide, and joyously entertaining.
| NYC | Way Up Noth |
Underground Gaming | Texas Hold ‘Em | Pass the Pigs (I’ve got a leaning jowler over here!!) |
Fall Apparel | Leather boots and sweater dresses | Snowpants and Muck boots |
Spring Apparel | Bright colored ties and dresses; open-toed shoes | Snowpants and Muck boots |
Wildlife | Horses, squirrels, rats | Moose, squirrels, cats |
Cuisine | Pan-seared Chilean sea bass with leeks and truffle broth | Moosemeat. |
Date Night | Fine dining and a show | Making the drive to the Black Frog (please read the menu) |
Vehicle Safety | Locked doors; car alarm; possibly the Boot | Unlocked doors; keys in; engine running (Leave it running, or it will die. Remember, it’s -20* outside.) |
Illegal Activity | Drug running | Drug running (Canada’s our neighbor, eh) |
Well, we’re more similar than I thought, which is still not very. Being this close to the city makes me long a little bit for some Thai food and a musical, but simultaneously it reminds me of our piney mountains and stunning sunsets, and the fact that skyscrapers, though incredible, are no competition for a mighty river. So, New York, you can keep your truffle broth and your open-toed shoes this spring. I’ll be busy taking on mud-season with hip boots and a snorkel.
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