That is the glory of New York History
New York, New York – Once you were an infernal city.
Now? The Bronx remains awake all night and the battery is running.
In 1860, week before becoming: a golden age. Growth, industrialization, society. Rice – 7 cents per pound. Coffee? 21 cents. For scrubbing a Shatta it cost the squad 11 cents. Soap? 8 cents. And walk? There is no night terror. We are talking about that they were heavy duty difficulties.
Our mayor then? Fernando Wood whom no one remembers, except maybe Mrs. Wood. Maybe if your matrimonial lens produced wooden splinters. New York population then? Give or take a pharmacy then – 800,000. Immigrants from Europe. Started there were small ethnic pockets: Little Italy, Lower East Side, Chinatown.
At that time: without subway. There are no glassy apartment buildings. Without rotary diaial, without uber, without telephone, without unemployment, little Taxes. There are no double parking cars. I mean, please. Not even single parked anywhere. And there is no rumble seat for an extra behind until 1920.
But now, a century later, spit, then forbidden, now a daily sport. Special in the street in front of a marijuana store or a sex store that teaches you how to do it if you have never before. Children who fall in mathematics get an A to spit.
An interviewee said we have lost the quality of life. How to worry about a Shiv on your back. Taking the train? Worrying about a Shiv on your forehead. Exit a taxi? To grab one, you are hit by a bicycle. The criminals previously arrested below have really applied for a position.
There are no wars in Afghanistan, Vietnam, Iraq, so do you see to serve your country? No.
If you are in trouble, hide behind the immovable garbage truck. Or among the shelves of the bicycle of the city. Or under unlimited scaffolding. Or relocate in Montreal, where Eric Adams is always possible to have an emergency tailor.
Or see migrants temporarily hidden. Some are still in Guantanamo. Only 75% of the edge can be controlled. They cannot be flaunted of expensive bags, so it is now exchanged for plastic shmatta bags that transported oranges and potatoes in advance.
Once the largest city on the planet, it is now noisy, dirty, grants, exhaustive, uninquerable, contaminated. Rubbly, apparently uselessly childish, waterproof, which lacks housing, hospitality, crime, security. Do you need a hospital bed? Try perhaps Iowa. Ward Space is available, which knows how to get there.
Reach fifth avenue? Forget it. Traffic in the fifth blocked has a signal that says: without stopping, without position, without parking, without a joke. Fifth Avenue! Where you would like to stop, but you can’t.
New York. The square won let you enter the vapor room without tie and jacket. If Waldorf’s barberly ever ropes, they will admit you unless you first take a colonoscopy – and pass! In addition, the room service has a non -listing number.
But civilization has to know that we are the best. New York City. The greatest, better, more elegant, smarter, the A-1 or the quabernists, taps, thieves, thinkers, creators, actors. Sarah Jessica Parker and Matthew Broderick live here. Tom Hanks has a place here. Robert de Niro – Lord. Alec Baldwin, Jerry Seinfeld, Taylor Swift, Donald Trump, Denzel Washington, Al Pacino, Gigi Hadid, Mariah Carey, Madonna, Hugh Jackman, Peter Dinklage, Martin Scorsese, Anne Hathaway, Julianne Moore Lauper, Cardi Lauper, Cardi Lauperer Herrera, Karembar, Karembar, Abdul. Spielberg and important-P. Diddy, all here.
So, if you are hunting a song about Arizona, good luck. It is only in New York, children, only in New York.