My friend Angela posted a link to a listicle about things New Yorkers who are older than 40 have done.
I’m older than 40, and I’ve done most of them, except for go to Max Fish. It seems.
But No. 11 on the list references the spectacular desolation of lower Manhattan back in the 60s and 70s. I loved walking around that neighborhood in those days, and then I heard this Jonathan Richman song, which gets it completely right.