This fleeting moment of beauty captivated me six years ago, and I finally found the words I needed to convey it to a reader just as I experienced it.
This week it was published online in The New York Times’s Metropolitan Diary column, and it will appear in the print edition Monday, July 9, in the Metro section.
I hope it gives you pleasure and a moment of beauty, and thank you in advance for taking a chance and giving it a glance.
Happy belated Independence Day. “I believe in America.”
Still being,
Thank you for sharing
Wonderful piece. Thanks for sharing.
Glad to see you around.
Best,
L
:-)
Is this it?
https://youtu.be/PPskYVBqdNw
giving hits to the NYTimes?
IIRC, the eerie Godfather Waltz medody was played on the oboe. Very haunting.
Silly, it doesn’t seem like it’s all there but what is there is like saying “blu, you can’t d anything until you listen to this piece of music”. Very well written, I’m intrigued. Good for you!
Very nice. The commenters on the NYT site love it and are very complimentary. You evoked a lot of emotion and good memories from fellow New Yorkers.
Enjoy. Can’t wait for Monday!
Congrats!
Thanks for sharing.
In the Times? Must be a fake work of beauty. Serously, nice work and congrats.
Here’s one I could submit, but they’d never print it:
One night after working late it was pouring rain and I snared a taxi on Sixth Avenue. I worked right near NBC where SNL was produced. A woman asked if she could share the taxi and of course I said yes. Turned out she was giddy with her work on the upcoming SNL show. I told her I used to watch it but it had gotten so filthy I wouldn’t let my child near it. The fastest end of discussion in world history. Then I was giddy, because I had gotten to tell someone involved with the show just what I thought of it.