| Upstate/Downstate: Experience bridging both
There is a rhythm to my week; a rhythm that is punctuated
evenings, when I sit down to write my column. It is a discipline
that has become
familiar and for which I am grateful - it forces me to put
words to thoughts and
Last Friday morning, after sending in my column, I went,
as usual, to the
office and worked on my clients' affairs, helping them figure
needs at cable nets and translating those needs into specific
Then, about 3:45 I packed up my knapsack and began my walk
over to Penn
Station where I caught the 4:35 upstate. It is a weekly rhythm
and one that I love.
On Saturday morning of this last week, I went out to do errands.
unusual, and part of the rhythm of Claverack life. I drove
down 23, going west,
heading toward Hudson, past the gentle, stately homes lining
the road, all echoing
the county's Dutch/New England heritage. 23 is a road overhung
by great, old
trees that are vulnerable to the wild storms that have run
County this year.
It was on Saturday that I innocently set out to do my Saturday
driving through patches of sun bursting through the dark clouds
that promised rain.
As I drove down 23, past my favorite brick Dutch Colonial
happened. For a moment, a brief moment, triggered by I don't
know what - a
sound on the radio, a stray thought I hadn't caught - whatever,
suddenly, I found
myself sobbing. For a moment I was once again on Spring Street
Broadway, September 11th, 2001, and the Towers were burning
and the crowds were
streaming up the street, coughing and sobbing or looking quietly
I had had a flashback. And it startled me. I felt I was supposed
beyond this, two years, almost, later.
But I wasn't. It was there. It was real. It was present.
And then, regaining control, I went on my way. Did my errands,
functions and was "normal" again.
I did not tell Tripp of what happened on 23. Nor did I mention
Saturday evening when we went to our friends Larry and Alicia's
for dinner. Nor have
I mentioned it to anyone, until tonight, when I am writing
What right, I wondered, had I to a flashback? I only lived
little except the innocence that all of us lost.
Yet, there it was; a huge moment for me on a bucolic county
Thinking I was completely whole with two years ago but, at
the end of the
day, I'm not - and I'm sure I'm not alone.
This whole week, since then, I have done all the New York
things that make
being here so special. I went to a screening of THE LATIN
KINGS, on HBO this
week. [Watch it, if you can.] Jon Alpert produced it and it
is an incisive
look inside the gang world.
I went to Seth's Chatterbox at DON'T ASK MAMA, where every
week Seth Rudesky
interviews someone from the Broadway world. This week it was
who is playing Dulcinia in MAN OF LA MANCHA.
The talk of the town is about California and its Governor
race. The papers
are making all the logical jokes about Arnold, Larry Flynt,
Angelyne and all the rest of the cast of characters who are
lining up to replace
We went to dinner at a local restaurant down the street,
where at the bar,
the talk was of terror attacks on the ferries, the newest
fear running through
the city. This was the first I'd heard of it but not the first
it had been
heard by Tripp. Apparently, it is the talk of downtown - only
natural, since it
is downtown the ferries serve the most.
Glitter and bright lights, country roads and open fields,
Welcome to the Big City; welcome to the Empire State. Upstate.
am part of both.