Worth the price

Next month, I celebrate four years in New York City.

It’s a very happy anniversary for me.

I started planning my move to Manhattan when I was nine years old.  I wanted to bring the entire family here.  I figured I would help defray the significantly higher living expenses by acting on TV.  I even practiced by getting really dirty in our backyard vegetable garden and doing Tide and Cheer commercials in the living room.  “Hot. Warm. Cold. All-tempa Cheer.”

My Mom was a great audience.

As it turned out, I was a great deal older than nine when I made New York City my home…but I did make it.  And when I travel, people often ask about the difficulty of living in a city with the 9/11 tragedy in its past and future terrorist activity almost a future certainty.

I’ll admit, I don’t think about it on a daily basis.  And the recent Times Square bomb attempt — and subsequent scare yesterday — made me realize that, even when it happens, I don’t focus on it.  I hear it about it on the news.  Read about it online.  Chat about it with a neighbor.  But it doesn’t affect my day-to-day life in my neighborhood (unless it snarls traffic).

It’s like one of my favorite quotes from the tearjerker “Steel Magnolias”:  “I’d rather have three minutes of wonderful than a lifetime of nothing special.”

If I only get three minutes, I’ll take my mine in Manhattan.

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