October 8, 2008

Did you ever know...

...that you're my gyro?

Yes, you are. Well, you were. You delicious gyro, you. I still get misty-tongued thinking back on that afternoon - the afternoon of the gyro with hot sauce, the diet coke from Subway, the walk through Greenwich Village. Altogether, a very pleasant summer day.

The more I miss New York, the more I think back on E.B. White's essay, "Here is New York." Behold one of my favorite excerpts (which I later was delighted to discover was chosen to be a Train of Thought poster on the subway):
"Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something. Of these trembling cities the greatest is the last--the city of final destination, the city that is a goal. It is this third city that accounts for New York’s high strung disposition, its poetical deportment, its dedication to the arts, and its incomparable achievements."
New York, you're my gyro and my hero.