Farewell Nostradamus, Hello Irving Berlin
Rob Taub
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In 1939, Irving Berlin decided to move back to New York City from California for the following reasons: “There’s no Lindy’s in Los Angeles,” he said. No paper at two in the morning. No Broadway. No city.”
Lindy’s may no longer exist, but the burger I ate yesterday at J.G. Melon confirmed my belief in the greatness of New York and that I will never be a vegetarian. We no longer have 18 daily newspapers, but every few blocks there’s a CVS or Duane Reade (Walgreens) open 24/7 with everything from Pepto-Bismol to Sushi. Broadway will soon be back, with no less than Hugh Jackman and Sutton Foster in The Music Man.
Like most New Yorker’s, I consider complaining an art form, but I’ve endured changes over the past 43 years here, and I’m prepared for more, both good and bad. Nostradamus predicted plagues, but never recoveries or vaccines.
New York will come back. It may be a different New York, but that’s okay. There’s still no city like it. Just ask the New York Knicks. They have a winning record.
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