Asphalt Jungle versus Big Sky Country! When I was twelve years old, I was allowed to take the Long Island Railroad into New York City alone. I would visit my grandmother or the Museum of Natural History or go to the Polo Grounds. The train and subway rides provided transportation for my very first adventures into the world of independence. Today, what responsible parent would dare permit a child to go unescorted to New York City (or for that matter anywhere else in the U.S)....times have surely changed!

The views are  1) Times Square at night; 2) Manhattan Skyline from the Brooklyn Bridge; 3) New York's Finest, the ultimate Urban Cowboys; 4) Frederick Remington's "Stampede", showing the ultimate Rural Cowboys ; 5) the Yellowstone Skyline from Fishing Bridge just downstream of the Lake at dawn, and  finally 6) an awesome bloom of wildflowers in front of Montana's Red Eagle Mountain.

 

 

                  Personal Preference

                  Skyscrapers tall, 'gainst Subways race,
                  Down Lexington; past Sutton Place;
                  Graffiti Artists spray, deface,
                  Yet Wall Street may, vast Sums, erase;
                  Off-Broadway Shows stay fast apace,
                  With Uptown Churches full of Grace;
                  Brownstones, in Rows, crowd ev'ry Space,
                  While Doormen, proud, the Homeless chase;
                  Jammed,Times Square, loud, glows in your Face;
                  Damned, hustling, Yankees stole a Base;
                  Judge Crater scrammed without a Trace;
                  Still, Central Park's there just in Case,
                  For New York's bustling Populace.

                  Oh Knickerbockers; Gramercy;
                  From Harlem to the Battery;
                  E'er Ellis Island; Liberty;
                  'The City' has much Heart, you see;
                  Fair Music, Art and History,
                  Each Theatre's worth the Entrance Fee;
                  Fine Restaurants; grand shopping Spree,
                  Hotels, Arcades, a Gallery,
                  Amusements to the nth Degree,
                  All flavored by Ethnicity;
                  So savored, why? Diversity!
                  A Pity, though, I must decree,
                  'Montana's where I'd rather be!'
 

 

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© Howard B. Eskin 1997