Comments on: Do New Yorkers Walk Fast or is Everybody Else Just Slow? http://www.mangemerde.com/do-new-yorkers-walk-fast-or-is-everybody-else-just-slow/ ...if you'll pardon my French Sat, 11 Feb 2012 09:56:31 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.0.2 by: Thomas http://www.mangemerde.com/do-new-yorkers-walk-fast-or-is-everybody-else-just-slow/#comment-124749 Thu, 18 Jun 2009 19:11:00 +0000 http://www.mangemerde.com/do-new-yorkers-walk-fast-or-is-everybody-else-just-slow/#comment-124749 You are absolutely correct: New Yorkers walk fast, and we know it. I was born in Denver, Colorado but really grew up in New Jersey and Vermont; but with a mother from Brooklyn (Bay Ridge) and family in the West Village, New York was like my third home before I realized it was. I love taking my friends around the City, but they slow me down; I walk too damn fast (that's what they tell me). But when I'm back in New York, yeah it's some kind of mystical, because I'm one with those streets, with those people, through the subway throngs, out into the heat or the cold - I become free again, in love again, or just alive again, in a way I've never been elsewhere, and never will. Then again: my mother dropped me off in Chinatown when I was 15 or so and, without any prior guidance, navigated my way through the grid-defying streets of Downtown back to The Village. If that didn't make up for being completely born and raised, I'm sure it was a start. You are absolutely correct: New Yorkers walk fast, and we know it. I was born in Denver, Colorado but really grew up in New Jersey and Vermont; but with a mother from Brooklyn (Bay Ridge) and family in the West Village, New York was like my third home before I realized it was.

I love taking my friends around the City, but they slow me down; I walk too damn fast (that’s what they tell me). But when I’m back in New York, yeah it’s some kind of mystical, because I’m one with those streets, with those people, through the subway throngs, out into the heat or the cold - I become free again, in love again, or just alive again, in a way I’ve never been elsewhere, and never will.

Then again: my mother dropped me off in Chinatown when I was 15 or so and, without any prior guidance, navigated my way through the grid-defying streets of Downtown back to The Village. If that didn’t make up for being completely born and raised, I’m sure it was a start.

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