We drove cross country to New York City where we had our '51 Pontiac shipped. We traveled across the Atlantic on the ocean liner USS Independence to Spain and spent a week in NYC before we boarded the ship.
I just remember the city being huge, with buildings enclosing more people in one place, than I'd ever seen before or since. Being a small kid from out west, I felt intimidated by the size and the crowds. Nothing stands out in my memory about that week there except the hotel we stayed in. We were not allowed to stray out on our own.
I have never been back to NYC since and never had a desire to.
“I have never been back to NYC since and never had a desire to.”
Well, I certainly couldn’t recommend that anyone go there now.