Sometimes I think I’m the luckiest person in the world. All day I’d been feeling anxious about one small thing or another like finding an electrician and a handyperson for a bunch of tasks I lack the skill to do myself, then berating myself for lacking those skills. I worried about not watering the plants enough and how much difficulty I will have getting properly reimbursed by United Airlines for the three days I spent at Minneapolis Airport (Oh, I am not letting my loud and repeated complaints about that one go anytime soon. They let their staff go during the pandemic despite getting recovery money, haven’t settled with their pilots, etc., etc. This could be a whole separate essay if United deserved any more of my time). Even taking in the trashcan was a cause for anxiety.
Jessica, your piece reminded me of the fact that Palisades Amusement Park (“swings all day and after dark”) was right across the Hudson from my parents’ West Harlem apartment, and I could kinda see the glow of the lit-up park at night if I very unsafely stuck my head out of my bedroom window and peered sharply to the left. It was shocking to believe that I lived so close to an iconic place that perpetually advertised on the AM rock’n’roll radio stations I listened to -- WABC and WMCA.
Whoa. Chills...
I still look for it when I’m on the Westside Highway
Jessica, your piece reminded me of the fact that Palisades Amusement Park (“swings all day and after dark”) was right across the Hudson from my parents’ West Harlem apartment, and I could kinda see the glow of the lit-up park at night if I very unsafely stuck my head out of my bedroom window and peered sharply to the left. It was shocking to believe that I lived so close to an iconic place that perpetually advertised on the AM rock’n’roll radio stations I listened to -- WABC and WMCA.