Tough leaving
The kid’s electric guitar has been on the fritz lately so I brought it into this mega-music store here in NYC called Sam Ash, which was located at 333 W. 34th Street here in Manhattan.
When I was a little kid, I remember going with my brother to the one in Queens, so I was kinda looking forward to being in one again – I’d not been since I was like 12.
But when I walked in, there were “Going Out of Business” signs everywhere.
Manager: (seeing me holding a guitar) Sorry, man, we don’t do repairs anymore. We’re…
Me: Going outta business, I see. That stinks, sorry.
Him: It’s fine. Head down to 30th Street Guitar.
Me: I assume it’s on 30th Street?
Him: You would think – it’s on 27th.
So, off I went.
It was right by my old gym, which reminded me of my old life but that’s for me, I suppose.
The guys at 30th Street were also super cool and told me to come back later on in the day, so I went to get some work done and then hit the gym.
Walking around the city, I found myself in front of Teddy Roosevelt’s birthplace on 28 E 20th St, New York, NY.
I’ve always admired him but after Alison died, even more so because he and I, unfortunately, shared some awful life experiences.
Then I headed to the gym where I got my ass handed to me as always and then walked out to see some amazing artwork.
Been daydreaming of the other side and elsewhere again.
But there’s something to be said about living in a town where you can just go about your daily business and end up, randomly, running across the birthplace of a US president, maybe an artshow, and maybe an impromptu concert.
Yeah, it’s tough to leave the big city.
Location: giving HR advice over brunch with two children and two blondes
Mood: tired
Music: Destiny is calling me, open up my eager eyes (Spotify)
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