I love New York City. City of dreams. City of thousands of possibilities every day. City of dreamers. City of crushed dreams. City which carries a smile in her pocket and a song in her heart, even if she pushed you into a puddle as she bowled you over boarding a bus. That’s just the way with New York City, you really never can tell what she’s got up her sleeve.
At the same time, while she does offer you so much, sometimes she offers you too much. Take, as an example, the hucksters and shysters out in Times Square trying to get you on a tour bus to nowhere or get you on a cruise to nothing. I don’t make a habit of crossing over Times Square, in part exactly because of these dregs of society, but it’s sometimes unavoidable. I don’t mean to take it out on them, it’s not their fault. They may be, just like me, someone with a dream in their heart who is just trying to make it to the end of the day so that they can continue to push forward with their art. Or whatever. Still, I wonder, did I somehow change in my years away to suddenly appear as though I was interested in their garbage? Or is this some new push on residents to take the elevator all the way to the top of Empire State Building?
The pamphleteers in Times Square are brutal! They will hand you anything and it doesn’t even matter if you don’t want it. Kids shows, ferry tours, theatre shows, musical acts, off-Broadway, standup comedy, and on and on it goes. Any live event of any repute will generally have someone out in Times Square pushing a postcard into your hand. I view this phenomenon as a good thing, actually. Like a harbinger of good news to come and a sustained economic recovery. The reason I say that is I haven’t seen these jokers acting so hard towards anyone and everyone since the 1990’s. Right in the midst of all the AOL, Microsoft and eventually Apple and Google stock market upswings.
So maybe this reckless desperation from these pamphleteers in Times Square means better days are soon to come. It may be a strange way to view the world but it’s the only way one can look at things. In my heart of hearts, what I’d really love to do is turn to them sweetly, engage their pamphleteer ego for a split second, break down the walls which separate small business person and individual, make a real connection, and say to them, “Do I look like I need a brochure for this tourist trap you moron?” So that they never come at me with that stuff again, ever!
…Only in my dreams.