tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211773395857840723.post2306238558805215273..comments2023-05-13T06:25:38.107-08:00Comments on Our Third Thirds: Is "New Yorker" a DNA thing?CloudyinAKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04354513104617596508noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211773395857840723.post-7224994839309459192016-03-22T05:09:33.943-08:002016-03-22T05:09:33.943-08:00Yes, I know! I walked outside on St. Patrick's...Yes, I know! I walked outside on St. Patrick's Day and didn't recognize the City: everyone was green. Babies were green, moms with strollers, kids in marching bands. NYC on St. Patrick's is like New Orleans on Mardi Gras or San Francisco on Halloween!CloudyinAKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04354513104617596508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211773395857840723.post-47489891576426554582016-03-21T23:42:19.713-08:002016-03-21T23:42:19.713-08:00Agreed. It is DNA. I feel it when I go to NYC. And...Agreed. It is DNA. I feel it when I go to NYC. And I noticed it in a "I-miss-NuYawk" funk this past week. I was in the St Pat's Parade here in London, and the vaguely-enthusistic crowds lining the streets wore mostly black. (And the most joyous group in the parade were the Hare Krishnas -- and thy don't even drink!) On the day itself, on my long commute to work among thousands and thousands of people (which includes a huge number of Irish-born or heritage) I only spotted 2 people (other than me) wearing green. Went to an Italian saint day celebration at an Italian community center and the food and ambiance was worse than disappointing. It wouldn't be like that in NY. And if you try to start up a conversation with a stranger you will be assumed to be mentally unwell. One does not DO that in London. I ♥ NYCGenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13224228539301679324noreply@blogger.com