As a life-long Massachusettsian (not a real word,) I have obviously always chosen Boston in the never-ending (and frankly, sometimes nauseating) "New York vs Boston" battle. I've got a confession to make... and since we're all friends in this blog space, please don't laugh: I've always been a little intimidated by some aspects of New York, especially compared to Boston. I found it way too fast, way too big, and way too "mean." But in the last few months, I've taken a few trips to the Big Apple (I call it this because no one in New York calls it the Big Apple, just like no one in Boston calls it Beantown) and have really enjoyed it.
-New Yorkers are nice! I saw one person hold a door for someone, I saw a customer telling a deli worker he felt bad for her because it was so hot, and I saw someone chase down a fellow pedestrian at a crosswalk to give them a paper that fell out of their backpack.
-(This one is from my son, Colin) "New York has a lot of smells." Yep. Tons of them. Some good, some not.
-The word "Brunch" on a menu means you can drink unlimited mimosas for a couple of hours. This is not a joke. It happened to me (Thanks Kimmy!)
-Times Square is a complete assault on your senses and may cause blindness. But where else can you see people watching the Women's World Cup Soccer game on a big screen from bleachers? The streets were lined with people (including cops) stopped to watch and cheer on the U.S.
-There are tons of people in the Port Authority Bus terminal to help you find your bus. None of them actually work for the Port Authority.
-New Yorkers are proud of their city. This is hard to explain and quantify, but you can feel it. You can see it in people's faces. And it's contagious. We should all be this proud.
-There is no concert venue better than Madison Square Garden. When that place roars, chills run up and down your spine.
Let's not get crazy. I still hate the Yankees and prefer the historical charm of Boston's many neighborhoods.
But I wish Bostonians could be like New Yorkers in one way: They totally know how to mix pedestrian and vehicle traffic. It's like a beautiful ballet. Walkers walk, cars stop. Cars go, walkers stop. It's not rocket science. But in Boston, it's a deathly free-for-all. Everyone goes at once and swears at each other (which actually seems very New York like) So put me on the "I Love New York" bandwagon, or at least the "I Am Not As Intimidated By New York As I Used To Be" bandwagon.