Memories of NYC

I was trying to catch up on one of my recorded sappy movies from late last year... I guess I must have saturated myself over the past few years, as it seems I’m a lot less inclined to watch them these days. Or, it might have something to do, with having a partner that *really* doesn’t like them. Anyway, some of the movies that are set in New York City, like this one, have delightful scenes of the ice skating rink in Rockefeller Center. I was looking at this one, and realized with a STUG, that there was a moment decades ago, when I was sitting with Kristan and her aunt Joan and uncle Sal, at a table behind those darkened windows on the far side of the rink, munching on some delicious NY pizza, and watching the skaters drift by, slightly above eye level, with their big Christmas tree in the background. It felt like a bit of a magical experience. That of course triggered a bunch of other memories of that action-packed trip, all of which had been neatly filed away until this moment. Sometimes it’s nice to be reminded of a few of the many fun experiences I’ve enjoyed over the years. Life is full of little tradeoffs, and if a STUG is the price of enjoying that memory, so be it…