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CreditsHost: Maggie BlahaTheme music: “Thanks for the Memory” written by Leo Robin and Ralph Rainger, performed by Bob Hope and Shirley Ross in the 1938 film of the same nameAdditional music: "New York, New York" composed by John Kander, with lyrics by Fred Ebb, and performed by Frank Sinatra
This is part 2 of a 3-part series Maggie is calling 'New York: The After,' where she talks to 3 New Yorkers about how they're handling quarantine, what they miss, and what they think the city will be like when we start to enter a "new normal."
In this episode, Maggie talks to Kate Covey, the owner of a small ice cream shop called The Screen Door in Greenpoint, Brooklyn. The Screen Door happens to be one of the many places Maggie was always meaning to try in the before times. Listen in as Maggie and Kate chat over Zoom.
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Background
The beauty of New York is that it feels like everyone, all of us, is in it together. This it can be a lot of things—waiting forever for the F train; paying too much for a one-bedroom apartment because you like the neighborhood; crying for no good reason while walking around late Sunday night (early Monday morning), only to lock eyes with another soul who’s been doing the same thing. Most people who come to New York and love New York and stay in New York want to be in the it.
Of course my its are different from the its of lots of New Yorkers. My its are also privileged. I have the means to survive New York, even when it feels like the city is eating me alive. New York also doesn’t trap me; I can leave when and if I need to.
Having said that, I love New York. I love the corner of Brooklyn I’ve started to call home. I love the connection I feel to all the people I happen to be surrounded by when we’re in it together. I love being a regular at my favorite restaurants and coffee shops and bars and bodegas and bookstores. I love the relationships I’ve formed with people who own or work at those aforementioned establishments. I love reading the subway and walking around in search of something to do (then realizing that the walk was something to do).
I love meeting friends for a drink after work on a Monday and behaving like it’s a Friday. I love the feeling of relief when I’ve been walking through the freezing cold or the heat of Hades and finally arrive at the bar or bookstore I’ve selected to protect me from the elements.
The best part of New York is being out and about in the city. It’s kind of the point.
. . . .
A few years down the road, when New Yorkers are looking back at this time, there will be a division between the ones who stayed and the ones who left.
I’m one of the New Yorkers who left (at least during the first wave).
