The annual Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade held my attention as a child but had faded into an after thought, as I grew older. This year they celebrated the 75th anniversary and I became one of those million dots lining the streets cheering, “Who are you!!” as the “stars” rolled by. The parade is better live than watching from my Laz-y-boy. The parade is better at five, no matter where I watched it from. The balloons loom higher the younger you become. So as the adult you find interest in the people that are around you. I chose a group of sailors to help entertain me with the passing parade.

Ten years ago when I visited the city, it was my first ever experience with a place where millions of people live on top of one another. A slow trot and casual conversation with strangers was the type of place I had grown up. This place seemed cold where people passed by with purpose, when maybe their only purpose was not to make eye contact. M own safety always seemed to be in jeopardy. This was the New York I experienced then, but now I found a different city, a warmer city.__ More>