It Always Feels Good to Return to New York City


Sunday March 27 was my first day back in New York City after vacationing in the UK for ten days. I stepped into a subway car and noticed everyone was crowded around the entrance so I pushed my way into the less populated mid-section. I soon realized why people were avoiding that area. A skinny, middle-aged man was trying to get the attention of two young women sitting next to him. I don’t remember what he was saying, but it was obvious they felt uncomfortable and didn’t want to talk. After they got off, he looked around and asked,

“What is going on? Why are all the women standing?

“I crashed my jaguar. Now look at my knees. This one’s bigger than that one. But I still get up to give the women a seat. No woman should be on her feet. A man that hits his woman ain’t worth shit.”

Most people were trying their best to ignore him. I couldn’t help but laugh a bit. He then tried to strike up a conversation with some other men around him. I missed the beginning but was able to overhear this:

“I’ll kill them. I’ll do it for nothing. I don’t want you to pay $100,000 for your daughter to go to Harvard and then get raped by a rich motherfucker. I hate rapists and pedophiles so I’ll do it for free!”

I got off at my stop and started reading the New York Times on my phone.

Donald J. Trump and Senator Ted Cruz of Texas traded insults on Easter Sunday morning over recent smears against their wives, while Mr. Trump ruled out creating internment camps for American Muslims and said he would study a proposal to allow delegates to bring guns to the Republican National Convention.

Ah, it’s good to be back.