There is something about Brooklyn that stays with you when you leave. I’m not talking about an incurable disease or a disturbing odor…I’m talking about the “been there, done that” feeling. Confidence… Hey listen…I survived Bed Stuy.
Okay it wasnt that I was so brave and confident. I was given good advice and directions on how to stay alive… and I followed them. Don’t make eye contact.. look like you know where your going. Don’t go 5 blocks west. Don’t venture 3 blocks east. Most importantly, embrace the culture.
It’s really a beautiful city. Delis on every corner that serve amazing food.. art covering every building. Music…fun. These people know how to have a good time.
My colleague and I did decide to take the subway to Manhattan to get the full New York experience. I was determined to have a hotdog and pretzel outside Times Square. The energy in New York is something that you just have to experience.
The closest I came to any dangerous situation was taking an Uber to dinner. I wouldn’t say I took an Uber actually… I should say,…survived an Uber. I’ve never experienced fear for my life like this before. Maybe it was the driving 30 MPH backwards four blocks on a one way street because the driver missed the turn. I don’t know…yeah, it could have been THAT. I dont know why I was so scared…the people I was flying by were smiling and waving. Other than the trip down Pee Your Pants Lane…I really felt pretty safe and comfortable there.
Oh Brooklyn… I miss you already.