Writers, they have the best imagination. Discovery: knowing that when stuck all that is needed is a decision to move a muscle and write a thought. Here’s a thought: “If you have an itch, scratch it” ~ David Morgan; September 14, 2018
A story in New York
On a Saturday night in 1981, September 19th, I remember hanging out with my friends at Central and Tuckahoe in Yonkers, NY. Our biggest Dilemma “What do you want to do tonight?” Someone said Simon and Garfunkel are playing “In The Park” tonight. Without hesitation we all said “Let’s Go!”. We all hopped in my AMC hornet hatchback and took the 30 minute drive into NYC. As we drove down Central Park West someone said, “we will never find a parking spot”. At that very moment someone pulled out of a spot on Central Park West right across the street from the sheep meadow parallel to the stage. We got there right as the free concert started. We fought our way through the shrubs, the cops on crowd control horses and the crowd and we got there, close enough to see The Duo. Amazing! It was meant to be. I will never forget this memorable night 37 years ago. I was 19. And funny, six months later it was on HBO. I watched again looking to see if we were in it.
The Lector and the Lecture
Often, I use my experiences for my novel muse Jon Seaborn.
When a young man hits the age of 18 he should go out and see the world so he could define himself. In every phase of life he needs to repeat the process. The first time Seaborn went abroad he was ten years old. His parents took him to Italy, France and Switzerland. That was a gift and he is very fortunate for that experience.
Seaborn ventured out by himself when he was 18 and went to Florida. His second, he was 23 and traveled to London. At 25 he backpacked from England to Northern Europe then south to Italy for two months. “Every young man and woman should go out and see the world.” He claims.
A recent phase of my life took me to San Francisco and Pacific Grove. Next, “Grand central Station!” via Jetblue into LGA, “I’m goin’ to New York!” Westchester and Manhattan, both rich in history full with all sorts of multi diverse suburbanites and cityites.
I once lived in the small town of Larchmont, one of New York’s finest suburb with a mix of colorful and stylish people. It was there that I became influenced by the lifestyle of my newest friends. My first roommate was a musician and at night I frequented the corner pubs and spent hours and hours talking with writers and actors about the big and little things of life. Big was love and travel, small were the faded jeans, denim jackets and rent, which we always complained too high but were lucky enough to get it paid with a few extra bucks to hang at the pub and a rose for a girl.
The life of Ernest Hemingway, writer, traveler, war correspondence, fisherman and drunk! I can relate to a couple aspects of his life. An author of published work made the famous man world renowned. Washington Irving of Hastings New York, writer of short stories we know today but written in England in the 19th century. In youth, these men sought out to write and the world was their stage.
The writers of the world are great but the greatest of all dared the walk of a New York Street. Herman Melville’s great Moby Dick written in its entirety in the New York Public Library on 42nd and 5th ave. The Beat Poets of Columbia university transformed a generation and the once San Franciscan poet laureate, Lawrence Ferlinghetti started the journey in Westchester’s biggest city, Yonkers, NY.
I have come to know the writers as my friends. When the student is ready the teacher appears. The New York writers have become my teachers just by reading them. I sit in coffee shops with the yatter clatter chatter and the sexy sounds of the big bands swing of the 1940s. An occasional sax which illuminates the darkened new york streets in Greenwich Village. The New York state of mind. The best of which i keep exploring throughout my life.