He was too romantic about Manhattan, as he was about everything else. He thrived on the hustle bustle of the crowds and the traffic. To him, New York meant beautiful women and street-smart guys who seemed to know all the angles — Manhattan (c).
Back and forth from Brooklyn to Manhattan. New York at night, from its bridges, is a miracle. When I first came to the city, it took all my fantasies and set them on fire, turned them into flickering constellations of light. Then it did the same with my history. As a dark speck of energy hurtling over the water toward that galaxy, I felt myself disappear. Relative to the image of infinity I was nothing, a clump of quantum matter skidding through the ether. It was as good as any drug.
― Whip Smart: A Memoir (с).
Photo: Courtesy of Charles W. Cushman Photograph Collection
The night of July 13, 1977, will be remembered as one of the worst in New York City history. In this evening the sun went down the horizon and a storm got and more closer to New York. Series of lightning bolts all over town and power relay system, then — overloading, the failure and switching off of all light sources in a city.
New York is a place where the rich walk, the poor drive Cadillac’s, and the beggars die of malnutrition with thousands of dollars hidden in their mattresses.