Thanks to a conference my wife is attending, we’re hanging out in Times Square at the Marriott Marquis. This is my second trip to the Big Apple. The first was memorable because I was convinced I would die if I went to New York. I grew up in moderate sized southern towns and everything I knew about New York came from 1970’s and 80’s cop shows. Grimy, corrupt, expensive, randomly violent.
I made that first trip because I was working near Washington, D.C. and my New York friend (one David Chang if he’s monitoring) made it a matter of friendship that I come up for a visit despite my massive misgivings. The short version is that it was 1999, Rudy was in charge, and I found NY to be far less threatening than downtown Atlanta. Aside from paying about $300 worth of road tolls on the drive up, I was enchanted.
On this second trip, I’ve already been reminded of one thing. There is a war between cars, other cars, and pedestrians. David picked us up from the airport and drove us to the heart of Times Square. At various points, I was certain he was going to run into cars that darted in front of him or that he forced his car past. He also came super close to various pedestrians who didn’t budge an inch. In any other American town, I think we would have witnessed tragedy on our ride to the hotel, but not here. Everybody seems to know just how much margin there is for error, but it’s right up to the edge at all times.
The hotel we’re staying in is hideously expensive. On the way over, we discussed the price and location and I said, “The room accommodations will probably be a lot like Holiday Inn Express, Dayton, Ohio.” And whaddya know? They basically are. But Holiday Inn Express is pretty good these days.
I’m now awaiting a letter of thanks from Holiday Inn Express and a threaten to sue unless I remove this post about the Marriott Marquis in Times Square.
Finally, a point on multi-culturalism and New York. You know this is a global city when you see a pedecab (modern rickshaw) with a white guy peddling away as an Asian couple whispers sweet nothings to each other in the back seat.