On Friday, I purchased what I believe will be the last book I read in New York City. It's called Gotham: A History of New York City to 1898. It is a dense read- somewhere between People's History of the United States and any history textbook you red in college. The writing is a bit dry, but it's a fantastic story that every New Yorker (and American) should know. It's hard to think of Manhattan as anything other than a pancake island of paved grids and steel canyons. Nowhere in American can I so readily forget that weather does something more than inconvenience my daily commute. It is strange to read of early colonists as they gush about New York's tremendous, natural resources and arrogantly declare them to be limitless. At 1,400 pages, I'm sure it'll be a quick read...
The pending move is all that I can think about even as I try to wring every last experience I can from this city. Wednesday is the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Thursday is Shakespeare in the Park. Next week is Fire Island, the Whitney Museum, Donut Plant, a Vietnamese sandwich, and a couple more pizzas before we set sail on the 14th.
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Go to all of those things. Take it all in brother, but rest assured you will have a great time in the place you move to also.
One thousand four hundred pages. Woa. But that is my favorite time in American history. I might pick it up, with two hands mind you. Its sounds heavy. Ha ha.
Happy moving! Packing sucks so bad. But the new adventures in a brand new place make up for it. And you can always fly back if you really need a New York Pizza.
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