
At this point I never feel like a tourist in this town. I long ago adopted the confident stride and steely-eyed-forward- facing stare of so many New Yorkers. When traveling through midtown-a place I more often then not try to avoid, I impatiently sidestep the slow moving herds of Europeans and Midwesterners if I must be there at all. But last Thursday night, too cold for most visitors, with the goal of looking at a familiar place in a new way, I surprised myself by dropping my cool indifference and began to act as if I’d never been here before. I slowed the pace and started taking shots with Chris’ camera at the pedestrian plaza on 59th.
In truth, I hadn’t walked the whole of the corridor since the avenue has been reconfigured. I’d seen the street plazas as one would who travels the length of the city on a regular basis. I viewed them dispassionately, thinking one of the last things I’d like to do was sit 2 feet away from a careening cab or some delivery truck belching smoke and all those honking horns. I didn’t feel connected to them. As with much of what one encounters in New York, if something doesn’t bite you, bump you, scream at you or kiss you, it doesn’t exist anyway. But standing on Broadway and 50th on a frigid school night, I knew that a guy hawking some comedy show looked at me and the group of us, and assumed we were from out of town. After all, who else would be slowly walking in clumps towards Times Square with cameras glued to faces stopping often to look up, down or to study a piece of outdoor furniture? This guy, probably an aspiring performer maybe making a buck or two extra if he got us to go to wherever it was he was talking about, targeted us in his challenge to do something different, because after all, we were in New York.
That guy doesn’t know how right he is. Or maybe he does.
Because of the cold, we only made it about half way down the corridor, but traveling those 17 blocks woke me up to the potential that the street plazas offer, in fact the whole notion of reconfiguring traffic to allow for open space began to make true sense. All the information we are beginning to compile has inspired me and tweaked a forgotten curiosity. My hard earned New Yorker’s sense of indifference is being threatened. I want to bump into this idea. On a milder winter day, who knows, I might even walk up on some temporary paving material, sit down next to a balustrade near a potted tree at a metal table on a plastic chair on 34th St and begin to think big. Because after all, we’re in New York.
-posted by Kathleen O’Grady
Comments:
This is so true and funny , I guess it was an exceptional night to question what makes us “new yorkers” if the city will keep on surprising us. There was something so foreign and strange about walking that whole corridor without any people. – Monica
So true — never in all the years of being a resident of NYC have I felt like a tourist until that night. Seeing Times Square that night was a new experience – an experience of ah and wonder in an area that normally I would avoid or leave as quickly as possible……. Going back a few days later and seeing an open space sans traffic that maybe will go green – gives hope that the city will become a better, more environmentally friendly place to live and work — even if Times Sq has more commericalism in it than some countries produce in 1 year. - Jean
3 years ago