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Life & Events > This Was Before I Became a Southerner!
 

This Was Before I Became a Southerner!

Subject: : New
Yooorrrrrkkkkk.!

 


 




































 







I am a New Yorker
I live
in the
five boroughs or on the Island or Upstate
I may live hundreds or thousands of miles away
Or I may live just over the GW Bridge
But I am a New Yorker
I am a New Yorker
Whatever took me out of New York:
Business, family or hating the cold
did not take New York out of me.
My accent may have faded and my pace may have slowed
But I am a New Yorker




I am a New Yorker
I was raised on Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade and
Rockefeller Plaza,
The Yankees or the Met's (Giants or Dodgers)
Jones Beach,
Rye Beach, Orchard Beach or one of the beaches on the
sound
I know that 'THE END' means Montauk.
Because I am a New Yorker



I am a New Yorker
When I go on vacation, I never look up
Sky scrapers are something I take for granted
The Empire
State Building
and the Statue of Liberty are part of me
Taxis and noise and subways and 'get outta heah' don't rattle me

Because I am a New Yorker


I am a New Yorker
I was raised on cultural diversity before it was politically
correct
I eat Greek food and Italian food,
Jewish and Middle
Eastern food
and Chinese food
Because they are all American food to me.
I don't get mad when people speak other languages in my presence

Because my relatives got to this country via Ellis
Island
and chose to stay
They were New
Yorkers




People who have never been to New York have misunderstood me
My friends and family work in the industries, professions and
businesses that benefit all Americans
My firefighters died trying to save New Yorkers and non-New
Yorkers
They died trying to save Americans and non-Americans
Because they were New Yorkers.

I am a New Yorker
I feel the pain of my fellow New Yorkers
I mourn the loss of my beautiful city
I feel and dread that New
York will never be the same But then I
remember:
I am a New Yorker




And New Yorkers have:
Tenacity, strength and courage way above the norm. Compassion
and
caring for our fellow citizens. Love and pride in our city, in
our
state, in our country. Intelligence, experience and education
par
excellence. Ability, dedication and energy above and beyond
Faith--no
matter what religion we practice. Terrorists hit
America in its heart but
America
's heart still beats strong. Demolish the steel in our
buildings, but
it doesn't touch the steel in our souls. Hit us in the
pocketbook but
we'll parlay what we have left into a fortune. End innocent
lives
leaving widows and orphans, but we'll take care of them because
they
are New Yorkers



Wherever we live, whatever we do, whoever we are there are New
Yorkers
in every state and every city of this nation.
We will not abandon our city.
We will not abandon our brothers and sisters
We will not abandon the beauty, creativity and diversity
that New York
represents.
We are New Yorkers and we are proud to be New Yorkers




Only those that grew up or lived in NYC
can understand the meaning of this:

THERE I S NO NORTH AND SOUTH.
IT'S 'UPTOWN' OR 'DOWNTOWN.'
IF YOU'RE REALLY FROM NEW
YORK ,
YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO CONCEPT
OF WHERE NORTH AND SOUTH ARE...

AND EAST OR WEST IS 'CROSS-TOWN.'



YOU KNOW HOW TO MAKE AN EGG CREAM.


YOU RIDE IN A SUBWAY CAR WITH NO AIR CONDITIONING
JUST BECAUSE THERE ARE SEATS AVAILABLE.

YOU TAKE THE TRAIN HOME AND YOU KNOW EXACTLY
WHERE ON THE PLATFORM THE DOORS WILL OPEN THAT
WILL LEAVE YOU RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE EXIT STAIRWAY.

YOU KNOW WHAT A 'REGULAR' COFFEE IS.

IT'S NOT MANHATTAN
...IT'S THE 'CITY.'

YOU CROSS THE STREET ANY WHERE BUT ON THE CORNERS

AND YOU YELL AT CARS FOR NOT RESPECTING YOUR RIGHT
TO DO IT.


YOU MOVE 3,000 MILES AWAY,
SPEND 10 YEARS LEARNING THE LOCAL LANGUAGE
AND PEOPLE STILL KNOW YOU'RE FROM BROOKLYN,
LONG ISLAND
OR THE BRONX ,
THE MINUTE YOU OPEN YOUR MOUTH.

YOU RETURN AFTER 10 YEARS AND THE FIRST FOODS YOU

WANT ARE A 'REAL' Fresh Seafood, Sabret Hot Dogs, Carvel, Egg
Roll or
Spare Ribs

AND A 'REAL' Breakfast
sandwich
on a REAL Roll or Bagel, Ring Dings or
Devil Dogs

A 500 SQUARE FOOT APARTMENT IS LARGE.



YOU ARE NOT UNDER THE MISTAKEN IMPRESSION THAT ANY
HUMAN BEING WOULD BE ABLE TO ACTUALLY UNDERSTAND
A P.A. ANNOUNCEMENT ON THE SUBWAY.

YOU WOULDN'T BOTHER ORDERING PIZZA IN ANY OTHER CITY.

YOU GET READY TO ORDER DINNER EVERY NIGHT AND MUST
CHOOSE FROM THE MAJOR FOOD GROUP MENUS:
CHINESE, ITALIAN, MEXICAN OR INDIAN.

YOU'RE NOT THE LEAST BIT INTERESTED IN GOING TO
TIMES SQUARE ON NEW YEAR'S EVE.

YOUR INTERNAL CLOCK IS PERMANENTLY SET TO KNOW
WHEN ALTERNATE SIDE OF THE STREET PARKING IS IN

EFFECT.

YOU KNOW WHAT (AND WHERE) A BODEGA IS.

SOMEONE BUMPS INTO YOU AND YOU CHECK FOR YOUR WALLET.

YOU DON'T EVEN NOTICE THE LADY WALKING DOWN THE STREET

HAVING A PERFECTLY NORMAL CONVERSATION
WITH HERSELF.

YOU PAY 'ONLY' $230 A MONTH TO PARK YOUR CAR.

YOU CRINGE AT HEARING PEOPLE PRONOUNCE
HOUSTON ST .
LIKE THE CITY IN TEXAS


THE PRESIDENTIAL VISIT IS A MAJOR TRAFFIC JAM,
NOT AN HONOR.

YOU CAN NAP ON THE SUBWAY AND NEVER MISS YOUR STOP.
(this always amazed me)

THE DELI GUY GIVES YOU A STRAW WITH ANY BEVERAGE
YOU BUY, EVEN IF IT'S A BEER.


THAT'S NEW YORK
, BABY!
YA GOTTA LOVE IT!








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